'Cause he's walkin' in L. A.
Walkin' in L. A., nobody walks in L. A.
Walkin' in L. A.
Walkin' in L. A., only a nobody walks in L. A.
"It's the car, right? Chicks love the car."
: To the Beemobile! Beekeeper 2:
You mean your Chevy? Beekeeper 1:
"Me and my dad
built her. 900 horses of Detroit muscle. It's a beast."
I'm burnin' aviation fuel and my foot's to the floor
Ya know she's crusin' one-forty, she'll do even more
I'm burnin' solid rubber, I don't take no bull-shit
'Cause my wheels of steel are rolling
If you're comin' come quick
—Saxon, "Wheels of Steel", about this◊
Nobody ever gives you the finger in a Corvette.
Gian: "... Ivan, is this yours...?"
Ivan: "That’s right! Haha, ain’t she awesome? Ain’t she cool? Ain’t she the best?! You’ve gotta go German if you want the best car!"
Gian: "...But man, this is a big sedan. It’s practically a tank compared to that Alpha..."
Ivan: "She’s the newest Mercedes model! A brand spanking new virgin! Just wait ‘til you ride her through the night city! She jolts everyone on the streets off their feet and makes ‘em piss their pants." [both get inside] "Ain’t the inside awesome, too? Ain’t it cool? Take any virgin and she’d flood her pants with a ‘Whoohoo! Here it comes!’ the moment she sinks into the seat."
Gian: "Is that so."
"Oh, and if you smoke in here, you’re dead."