My car died on me. Just ‘round the corner. – Obviously, you need a new one. Yours is a piece of junk. – It’s not a piece of junk. It’s a vintage classic. It’s a Chevy sixty eight with all the original parts. – All? – Well, almost all. Sure she needs some fixing, but all in all, she’s in fine shape. – Fine shape, right. Then my wheelchair-bound grandma is in fine shape, too. What are you going to do, if the next time it dies on you on a freeway in the fast lane? – Well, I don’t take fast lanes. She’s not that fast… – Is that supposed to be funny? I’m not laughing, you know. It’s pretty serious. You can kill yourself. – I’m not gonna kill myself. I’ll change the battery, the plugs, and the fuel filter and she’s gonna be just like new. – Fine, suit yourself. – OK… – “OK” what? – Can I borrow your car for a couple of days? – And? – “And” what? – The magic word. – Please…