[Jim visits Peter Thorndyke's luxury cars dealership, viewing the Thorndyke Special; Mr. Thorndyke personally arrives to greet a new customer with a glass of sherry]
I take it that the question of price does not concern a gentleman like yourself.
I wouldn't haggle, if that's what you mean.
And what might your desired price range be, sir?
[laughs, thinking this is a joke]
$75.
I could do $80 in a pinch. What do you have in the way of cheap, honest transportation?
[visibly annoyed]
"Cheap honest transportation." [snatches back the glass of sherry] I will bid you good day, sir.
Good day. [a Volkswagen Beetle rolls through the mechanic's shop doors and gently bumps him] Hey! Well, now, where did this come from?
[Thorndyke turns back, then shouts for his aide]
Havershaw!
Havershaw Mr. Thorndyke, yes, sir?
What is this thing doing in my showroom, may I ask?
Havershaw I believe Miss Bennett may know something about this.
Yes, you remember when Mrs. van Lewett purchased a new Bentley? Well, she also asked us to purchase a small used car for her upstairs maid.
Then why isn't Mrs. van Lewett's maid in her blasted vehicle?
Well, the car was returned this morning, Mr. Thorndyke; she was having some kind of trouble with it.
[Thorndyke kicks the little car]
What's that for?
Well, why don't you let the little car alone?
Are you presuming to tell me what to do in my own establishment?
Ok, I'm out of line. It just bugs me to see somebody abusing a decent piece of machinery.
[laughs coldly]
How fascinating. Now that you've had the benefit of your point of view, shall we regard our relationship as terminated? Havershaw! Get this eyesore out of my showroom. And if ever I find it in here again, someone is going to find himself in a great deal of trouble!
[Jim accidentally bangs Herbie against Thorndyke's Rolls-Royce]
Have you gone mad?
I don't know how you rigged it, but I'm sure that car is a real cut-up when a convention comes to town.
If I'd wanted a trick car, I would have bought one at a joke shop.
Allow me to say that I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. You come billowing up in that beastly little car, and assault my personal Rolls-Royce!
...I brought it back! I want my money, I want the papers I signed, and then I'll get outta here, and you two clowns can, can have your little laugh.
Mr. Douglas, if there is anything wrong with the car, would you be good enough to tell me what it is?
Well, there's nothing essentially wrong with the car. It's just that it wants to go one way and I'd like to go the other-
Well, whatever it is, none of it is covered in our guilt-headed guarantee.
[Thorndyke kicks the little car]
What's that for?
Well, why don't you let the little car alone?
Are you presuming to tell me what to do in my own establishment?
Ok, I'm out of line. It just bugs me to see somebody abusing a decent piece of machinery.
[laughs coldly]
How fascinating. Now that you've had the benefit of your point of view, shall we regard our relationship as terminated? Havershaw! Get this eyesore out of my showroom. And if I ever find it in here again, someone is going to find himself in a great deal of trouble!
[with Herbie closing in on the Thorndyke Special during the El Dorado race]
Havershaw, I'm not a cowardly man, but I get the feeling that thing is out to get me.
Havershaw Now, now, sir, none of that. We're not losing our nerve, are we?
BLAST you, Havershaw! How dare you patronize me! I am not losing my nerve!
Havershaw No, sir. No, sir, of course not.
