[to Willy, who's wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt]
Ok, pal. When she stops, just let her pet you. Look cute. Go to the middle of the road. Right there. Perfect. [Lucy: [bends down to pick something up and drives right over Willy] Oh, shit.]
Here she comes. Smile. Where is she? Oh, my god! Oh no! Ok, that didn't work. Shit your pants? So did I.
