Hey, John, let me go with you. I can't take you when I'm racin' somebody. Ah, come on. Just let me go. So I can watch.
Terry starts to climb into the car.
John looks over at Falfa in the rumbling Chevy. Falfa grins and gooses the Chevy, peeling out of Mel's Drive-in. You just follow this street straight out of town. Listen, if you're gonna race John Milner, you can let me out right when we get there. You ain't said one word all night long.