Rebel:
[sitting in the garage with Mike's trashed Falcon]
Gimme a go, Mike... let me fix your car for you.
Mike:
[knowing he can't afford to pay Rebel]
Mmm, couldn't do that, mate.
Rebel:
No, I mean really fix it... make her fly! She's a 351, right? I've got some nitrous oxide injection 'round that's a sweet sensation.
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