Mark Gordon: [Driving along a stretch of highway on a hot afternoon] Whew! Hotter than hell out here!
[Car immediately overheats, hood pops open and steam billows forth]
Mark Gordon: C'mon, I didn't mean anything by that; it's just an expression!
Jonathan Smith: It's too late.
Mark Gordon: I can't believe He'd do something like that! I mean, where's all the forgiveness?
Jonathan Smith: He is forgiving; there's a gas station around the next curve.
Mark Gordon: It's my bet when Nick bites the dust he's gonna get a ticket South.
Jonathan Smith: South?
Mark Gordon: [Making devil horns with his fingers on his forehead] Yeah, South, ya know?
Mark Gordon: Boy, I wish there was something we could do.
Jonathan Smith: Is that a wish or a prayer?
Mark Gordon: Does it make a difference?
Jonathan Smith: It might for The Boss.