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: Help! I'm a prisoner! I can't get out! Van Hippy
: We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.
[Van Hippy looks over at his hippy partner, as Carole hits the window, with both palms
] Van Hippy
: Huh, a couple of weirdos, Guenivere.
: What do you know? Engine stalled. Carole
: [tries to get out
] How about that? Door's stuck. That's how it is with cars sometimes. I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens next. Jim Douglas
: Well, as someone very wisely once said, "That's how it is with cars sometimes." Carole
: I just said that. Jim Douglas
: I wonder if your reputation is altogether true. Jim Douglas
: What's my reputation? Carole
: Well, I've heard that Jim Douglas is only interested in fast cars and easy money. Jim Douglas
: Not true. Carole
: Oh. Jim Douglas
: Mm-hmm. You know something else? Carole
: What? Jim Douglas
: When the light hits you just right, you're as beautiful as General Grant on a fifty-dollar bill.
[Jim brings the malfunctioning Herbie back to Thorndyke. It accidentally bangs against Thorndyke's Rolls Royce and stops. Jim gets out
] Mr. Thorndyke
: Have you gone mad? Jim Douglas
: Okay, what's the joke? Mr. Thorndyke
: What do you mean? Jim Douglas
: I don't know how you rigged it, but I'm sure that car is a real cut-up when a convention comes to town. Mr. Thorndyke
: What in the name of... Jim Douglas
: If I'd wanted a trick car, I would have bought one at a joke shop. Mr. Thorndyke
: [as Carole joins him
] Allow me to say that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. You come billowing up in that beastly little car, and assault my personal Rolls Royce. Jim Douglas
: ...I brought it back! I want my money, I want the papers I signed, and then I'll get outta here, and you two clowns can, can have your little laugh. Carole
: Mr. Douglas, if there is anything wrong with the car, would you be good enough to tell me what it is? Jim Douglas
: Well, there's nothing essentially wrong with the car. It's just that it wants to go one way and I'd like to go the other. Mr. Thorndyke
: Well, whatever it is, none of it is covered in our guilt-headed guarantee. Jim Douglas
: Oh, I'm sure of that.
: [Herbie is acting up
] Will you stop the car, please? Jim Douglas
: I'm trying! Look!
[he tries to take the key out and press the brakes
] Jim Douglas
: It's just like I told you! This thing is starting to act up again. Carole
: How very odd; when I was driving, there was no problem whatsoever.
: Have you had much experience with cars? Jim Douglas
: Look, lady, by profession, I'm a racing driver. Carole
: Oh, *that* Jim Douglas. Jim Douglas
: What do you mean, "*that* Jim Douglas"? Carole
: Let's see, two years ago, at Laguna Seca, you spun out and hung a beautiful Buick Special on the back fence. At Willow Springs, was it a year ago... last February, you sprayed a Lotus all over the infield. Jim Douglas
: How do you know all that? Carole
: I have trouble with names and faces, but I never forget a car.
: You aren't winning any of those races! You couldn't win a game of marbles against a 12-toed myopic rhinoceros!
: Mr. Douglas needs a car, and for a very low amount down and the usual monthly payments, the car will become his. Mr. Thorndyke
: Very well, even though my personal inclination is to have Mr. Douglas clapped into jail and this four-wheeled contrivance dropped into the Bay!
: Excuse me, Mr. Thorndyke, but if I sold this gentleman the car, I feel a certain responsibility.
: Do you mind if I try it?
[Jim nods and motions her to go ahead; they go over to the VW Bug
] Mr. Thorndyke
] Miss Bennett! Our dinner engagement! Carole
: [getting in
] I won't be a minute.