Them syreens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad.
Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?
Ulysses Everett McGill: The old tactician has got a plan. For the transportation that is, I don't know how I'm gonna keep my coiffure in order.Pete: How's this a plan? How we gonna get a car?Ulysses Everett McGill: Sell that. I figure it can only have painful association for Wash.Pete :"To Washington Bartholomew Hogwallop, from his loving Cora. Amor Fidel... is."Ulysses Everett McGill: It was in his bureau. I figure it'll fetch us enough cash for a good used auto-voiture, and a little left over besides.
