[A fishing vessel is sailing on the open ocean at night, completely alone.]

Alright, buddy, we're here. Right where you paid me to bring you. Question is, "Why"?

[comes out from the shadows on Crabby's stern deck]

I'm looking for a car.

A car? Heh! Hey, pal. You can't get any further away from land than out here.

Exactly where I want to be.

Well, I got news for you buddy. There's nobody out here but us.

[blows his horn]

What are you doing out here?

What does it look like, genius? I'm crabbin'!

Well, turn around. And go back where you came from.

Yeah? And who's gonna make me? [Tony reveals his bow-mounted missile turret] All right! All right! Don't get your prop in a twist! [Crabby turns away and begins sailing back] What a jerk! Sorry, buddy. Looks like it's the end of the line. Buddy?