[Cory is driving]
Cory, can you drive a little faster? 'Cause there's like twenty cars jammed up behind us.
Shawn, I happen to be cruising at -- what's it say? I can't look down or we'll crash.
Eighteen miles an hour.
I'm up to eighteen? I hope this thing has airbags!
Cory, a bicycle just passed you.
[Motioning with his arm out the window] Come around me! Come around me, please!






