Penny:
Hello, officer, what seems to be the problem?
Officer Wally Johnson:
Well, for starters, you're driving at 15 miles over speed limit.
Penny:
Really? Huh, I thought I was making better time than that.
Officer Wally Johnson:
And uh, you know you got a tail light out.
Penny:
No...
Officer Wally Johnson:
Yeah... also, your plates... expired about a month ago.
Penny:
Go on.
Officer Wally Johnson:
Uh... that's it. That's everything. That's three things.
Penny:
Ah, why don't you write us out any number of expensive time-sensitive tickets and we'll be on our way?
Officer Wally Johnson:
May I have some identification?
Penny:
Yes, of course. My name is Penny and this is Dodge.
Officer Wally Johnson:
Okay. License and registration.
Penny:
Well you see that's where we got a problem because I didn't get a chance to retrieve my identification before fleeing my home during a deadly riot. However, we were fortunate enough to hitch a ride with a very nice trucker who turns out, hired a hit man to assist him in a suicide thus bestowing us with this. This beautiful mode of transportation. So... the answer is no... no license or registration here. However, given the current situation with the *** whistles while pointing to the sky *** couldn't you find it in your heart to set aside the law, just this once, and let us on our way so that I can give my friend here a fighting chance of being with the one he loves before we all reach our untimely conclusion?
Officer Wally Johnson:
No.
