Pam:
[seeing his car]
Wow, that's fucking scary.
Stuntman Mike:
Yeah, well, I wanted it to be impressive and... scary tends to impress.
Pam:
Is it safe?
Stuntman Mike:
No, it's better than safe. It's death-proof.
Pam:
How do you make a car death-proof?
Stuntman Mike:
Well, that's what stuntmen do. You've seen a movie where a car gets into some smash-up there ain't no way in hell anybody's walking away from?
Pam:
Yeah.
Stuntman Mike:
Well, how do you think they accomplish that?
Pam:
CGI?
Stuntman Mike:
Well, unfortunately, Pam, nowadays more often than not, you 're right. Tsk. But back in the all-or-nothin' days. Vanishing Point days, the Dirty Mary Crazy Larry days, the White Line Fever days... real cars smashing into real cars. Real dumb people driving 'em. So, give the stunt team the car you want to smash up, they take her and reinforce that fucker everywhere and, voila! You got yourself a death-proof automobile.
Pam:
That makes sense. I just didn't know you could make a car death-proof.
Stuntman Mike:
Well, I can drive this baby into a brick wall doing 125 miles an hour. Just for the experience.
Pam:
Why is your passenger seat in a box?
