Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: 'Scuse me, uh, seventeen miles an hour?
Tico: Fifteen.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: On the in'erstate. What are ya doin', lookin' for a contact lens?
Tico: You patties crack me up. Still doin' your speed number, huh?
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: Well what are you into, miles per gallon?
Tico: Class...we're into class.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: I'll never forget what I saw in there. You were making a dirty movie.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: I want my car - Kootz - ya little shit, ya lost it.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: I didn't want no Cokes! Who said I was thirsty?
Vanessa: It's not even your car.
Kenneth W. Dantley, Jr.: So what, I built it. Look, can we discuss this later after we catch 'em?
