[Susan is trying to drive off in David's car.]

Well, you don't understand, this is my car!

You mean, this is your car?

Of course.

Your golf ball? Your car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you?

Yes, thank heaven — you!

Now, don't lose your temper.

My dear young lady, I'm not losing my temper. I'm merely trying to play some golf.

Well, you choose the funniest places. This is a parking lot.

Will you get out of my car?

Will you get off my running board?

This is my running board!