Christine1983

Arnie:
A toast. Death to the shitters of the world, in 1979.

Dennis:
Oh, come on, Arnie. You know I can't drink to that.

Arnie:
Well, what can you drink to?

Dennis:
What about to us? You know, to friendship?

Arnie:
Friendship. That's real good.

[They drink the toast. Arnie carelessly finishes his beer and tosses it out the window.]

Arnie:
Hey, Dennis. Look. [Lets go of the wheel] Ta-daa!

Dennis:
Come on!

[Dennis tries to grab the wheel, but Arnie stops him.]

Arnie:
I want you to see this. I want you to see this! This is great alignment; you just don't see this anymore! Don't be scared.

Dennis:
I'm scared for you, man, for what's happened to you, this f***in' car!

Arnie:
I know you're jealous. But you'll be fine as long as you stick with me. And you know what happens to shitters who don't.

Dennis:
No. What does happen?

Arnie:
Well, let's not kid each other, Dennis.

Dennis:
Who are the shitters?

Arnie:
All of 'em.

Dennis:
Arnie. Leigh's on your side. She cares a lot about you. She does.

[Arnie snickers, then laughs.]

Arnie:
Heey! Don't you like this beer? I thought you liked beer.

Dennis:
Did you hear what I just said?!

Arnie:
Let me tell you a little something about love, Dennis. It has a voracious appetite. It eats everything. Friendship. Family. It kills me how much it eats. But I'll tell you something else. You feed it right, and it can be a beautiful thing, and that's what we have. You know, when someone believes in you, man, you can do anything, any f***ing thing in the entire universe! And when you believe right back in that someone, then watch out world, because nobody can stop you then, nobody! Ever!

Dennis:
You feel this way about Leigh?

Arnie:
What? F*** no, I'm talkin' about Christine, man! No shitter ever came between me and Christine. Now, you watch this. [Arnie puts his foot down, and Christine passes 100 miles per hour as Arnie steers into the oncoming lane. A car just manages to steer out of the way.] CHICKENSHITS! Oh, there is nothin' finer than being behind the wheel of your own car. [Grins] 'Cept maybe for p*ssy.