Grease, gasoline.
See if you can’t find a spark plug that ain’t cracked.
Christ, if I had fifty trailers at under a hundred I’d clean up.
What the hell is he kickin’ about?
We sell ’em, but we don’t push ’em home for him.
That’s good!
Don’t push ’em home. Get that one in the Monthly, I bet.
You don’t think he’s a prospect?
Well, kick ’im out.
We got too much to do to bother with a guy that can’t make up his mind.
Take the right front tire off the Graham.
Turn that mended side down.
The rest looks swell.
Got tread an’ everything.
Sure!
There’s fifty thousan’ in that ol’ heap yet.
Keep plenty oil in.
So long.
Good luck.
Lookin’ for a car?
What did you have in mind?
See anything attracts you?
I’m dry.
How about a little snort a good stuff?
Come on, while your wife’s lookin’ at that La Salle.
You don’t want no La Salle.
Bearings shot.
Uses too much oil.
Got a Lincoln ’24.
There’s a car.
Run forever.
Make her into a truck.
Hot sun on rusted metal.
Oil on the ground.
People are wandering in, bewildered, needing a car.
Wipe your feet.
Don’t lean on that car, it’s dirty.
How do you buy a car?
What does it cost?
Watch the children, now.
I wonder how much for this one?
We’ll ask.
It don’t cost money to ask.
We can ask, can’t we?
Can’t pay a nickel over seventy-five, or there won’t be enough to get to California.
God, if I could only get a hundred jalopies.
I don’t care if they run or not.
Tires, used, bruised tires, stacked in tall cylinders; tubes, red, gray, hanging like sausages.
Tire patch?
Radiator cleaner?