Wayne - Customer:
Hey, I called you three times, and you never answer the phone.
Ken Miles:
I answer the phone every time it rings.
Wayne - Customer:
No, sir, you do not.
Ken Miles:
Yes, I do.
Wayne - Customer:
No, you don't. A month ago, this car was fun. Now, it won't even start. And when it does, it's 'Boom, boom, boom!' When I pull out of the driveway, the dog has a heart attack.
[Ken chuckles]
Wayne - Customer:
All I'm asking is for you to make it like it was.
Ken Miles:
Yeah, you've coked up the inlet valves and the plugs. Nothing wrong with the car, just the way it's being driven.
Wayne - Customer:
The way it's being driven?
Ken Miles:
Too much fuel, not enough spark. That's what's making her misfire.
Wayne - Customer:
You wanna run that by me in English?
Ken Miles:
All right, sir.
[Miles walks out of the car he is servicing and grabs his tin cup]
Ken Miles:
So... that there, that is a sport car. You have to drive her like a sport car. If you drive her like a school teacher, she'll clog up. All right? Try changing up at 5,000 RPM, not two. Drive like you mean it. Hard and tight. She'll run clean.
Wayne - Customer:
Are you telling me I don't know how to drive my own car?
Ken Miles:
No. But if you ask me, this isn't your car. Your car's more a Plymouth or a Studebaker.
Wayne - Customer:
You and me have a problem, buddy?
Ken Miles:
I don't have a problem. I had an MG. Mine just ran fine.
Wayne - Customer:
Screw you, you limey prick! I want my money back.
Ken Miles:
Oh, behave. I'd give it to ya. But you haven't paid for last month's service yet.
Wayne - Customer:
This country, the customer's always right. You ever hear that?
[Wayne enters his MG A]
Ken Miles:
Yeah, yeah. Utter nonsense. Now remember, I advanced the timing, so a smidge twitchy in first.
[Wayne speeds off, struggling to control his MG A]
Ken Miles:
Get the revs up. Good lad. Revs up. Ta-ra.
