Hey, quit your blubberin'. When I get through with this baby you won't even recognize it.

Flounder, you can't spend your whole life worrying about your mistakes! You **** up - you trusted us! Hey, make the best of it! Maybe we can help.

[crying]

That's easy for you to say! What am I going to tell Fred?

I'll tell you what. We'll tell Fred you were doing a great job taking care of his car, but you parked it out back last night and in the morning, it was gone. We report it to the police, D-Day takes care of the wreck, the insurance company buys your brother a new car.

Will that work?

Hey, it's gotta work better than the truth.

[thrusting six-pack into Flounder's hands]

My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.

Better listen to him, Flounder, he's in pre-med.

[firing up blow-torch]

There you go now, just leave everything to me.