E.B., Michellee and others in “Car”

Mom, slow down!

Absolutely not! You never pick up hitchhikers on the side of the road, E.B., or anywhere else for that matter. [activates auto lock and E.B. turns off the auto lock]

But, Mom, look at him. The poor guy’s stranded. [Michellee reactivates auto lock and activates the auto lock-auto lock]

I will not look at him because taking my eyes of the road would make a dangerous situation even more dangerous, plus the tenor of his voice clearly indicates that he’s a deranged lunatic.

I’m not.

Or a drifter hoping to make us pawns in his treacherous ruse.

Also not.

And have you even considered the possibility that he’s a felon?

I’m sorry, but if you’re passing on the whole giving me a ride thing, you mind finishing this out of my ear shot? Your judgments are very hurtful.

You’re right! That was insensitive of me. Anyway, good luck with the rest of your travel, Mr. Lunatic!

Mom, wait!

Buckle up your headbelt, sweetie. I’m kicking it into overdrive!

Mom, stop!