D-Day:
Hey, quit your blubberin'. When I get through with this baby you won't even recognize it.
Otter:
Flounder, you can't spend your whole life worrying about your mistakes! You fucked up... you trusted us! Hey, make the best of it! Maybe we can help.
Flounder:
[crying]
That's easy for you to say! What am I going to tell Fred?
Otter:
I'll tell you what. We'll tell Fred you were doing a great job taking care of his car, but you parked it out back last night and this morning... it was gone. We report it as stolen to the police. D-Day takes care of the wreck. Your brother's insurance company buys him a new car.
Flounder:
Will that work?
Otter:
Hey, it's gotta work better than the truth.
Bluto:
[thrusting six-pack into Flounder's hands]
My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.
Otter:
Better listen to him, Flounder, he's in pre-med.
D-Day:
[firing up blow-torch]
There you go now, just leave everything to me.
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