Oh, say... Hey... where's my car?

I beg your pardon?

My car, my car. I'm the fellow that owns the car that ran into your tree.

What tree?

What do you mean, what tree? This tree. Here, I ran into it. Cut a big gash in the side of it here.

[after examining the tree and finding no damage]

You must mean two other trees. You had me worried. One of the oldest trees in Pottersville.

Pottersville? Why, you mean Bedford Falls.

I mean Pottersville. Don't you think I know where I live? What's the matter with you?

[The man leaves]

Oh, I don't know. Either I'm off my nut, or he is... [to Clarence] or you are!

[laughs]

It isn't me!

Well, maybe I left the car up at Martini's. Well, come on, Gabriel.

Clarence!