Carl: Welp, found the problem.
Amy (car owner): Let me guess — combobulator?
Carl: Yep. It’s cross-wired with your seat warmer. Every time you signal left, it’s roasting your circuits.
Amy: That explains the mysterious cheek burns.
Carl: You’re lucky you’re even alive.
Amy: Can you fix it?
Carl: Sure. But I’ll need a six pack of Bud, pack of
Marlboro reds and a big ass
bottle of jack.
Amy: You’re out of all three, aren’t you?
Carl: Yeah, so shut your bitch ass up and go get me what I need. gay ass, bitch ass, white honky ass,
black ass nigga!