George LeBay: "What the hell do you want?"
Dennis Guilder: "I know about your brother. I know he died choking on exhaust fumes."
George LeBay: "You don't know shit, kid. My brother died because he wanted to. He ran a rubber hose from the exhaust pipe."
Dennis Guilder: "Arnie would have never bought that car if he'd known somebody died in it."
George LeBay: "Either you're dumber than you look, or you don't know your friend very well. He had the same look in his eye that my brother always had. Probably the only thing my brother ever loved in his whole rotten life was that car. No shitter ever came between him and Christine, if they did... watch out! He had a five-year-old daughter choke to death in her... he wouldn't get rid of her. He just rode around with the radio blaring, not a care in the world except for Christine. Only time I ever interfered with it was when Rita killed herself."
Dennis Guilder: "Who's Rita?"
George LeBay: "His wife! He didn't care a rat's ass about her! She died the same way he did... then I made him get rid of it... for decency, ya know? Of course, the car came back three weeks later."
Dennis Guilder: "What do you mean 'came back'?"