Car Rental Agent:
[cheerfully]
Welcome to Marathon, may I help you?
Neal:
Yes.
Car Rental Agent:
How may I help you?
Neal:
You can start by wiping that fucking dumb-ass smile off your rosy fucking cheeks! Then you can give me a fucking automobile! A fucking Datsun, a fucking Toyota, a fucking Mustang, a fucking Buick! Four fucking wheels and a seat!
Car Rental Agent:
I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me.
Neal:
And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn't fucking there. And I really didn't care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile in my fucking face. I want a fucking car... right... fucking... now.
[pause]
Car Rental Agent:
May I see your rental agreement?
Neal:
I threw it away.
Car Rental Agent:
Oh, boy.
Neal:
Oh, boy, what?
Car Rental Agent:
[narrows her eyes]
You're fucked.
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