Ward Cleaver: You finish paying off that new Plymouth
of yours? I tell ya. I sure hope to hell you didn't go to one of those boys on the lot. They see you coming a mile away ready to eat you alive. Those Plymouth
dealers will tell you their cutting you a break when all their doing is just fatting you up for the slaughter.
Repo Man 1: We've come for the car.
Joseph: What car?
Repo Man 2: 1946 Plymouth
convertible, California license plate 40R116.
Repo Man 1: Where are the keys.