Johnny Johnson:
[after backing up his truck to aid a damsel in distress, at Mike's urging]
Anything I can do for you, sister?
Spotter:
You've already done it, brother. No. 458, Route 92.
Johnny Johnson:
A spotter. There goes my wife's new shoes.
Spotter:
[to Michael]
All right, mister. Just throw your weight out of that truck. We're not in competition with the taxi cab.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:18