And I'd like to leave my 1972 Gran Torino to my
friend Thao Vang Lor. On the condition that you don't chop-top the roof like one of those beaners, don't paint any idiotic flames on it like some white
trash hillbilly, and don't put a big, gay spoiler on the rear end like you see on all the other zipperheads' cars. It just looks like
hell. If you can refrain from doing any of that... it's yours.