Leigh Cabot: God, I hate rock and roll. Will Darnell: Ya know Pepper, ya can't polish a turd. Rudolph Junkins: The kid's dead Arnie, they had to scrape his legs up with a shovel. Arnie Cunningham: Well, isn't that what you're supposed to do with shit? Scrape it up with a little shovel? Rudolph Junkins: Don't get smart with me, son. George LeBay: Her name's Christine. Arnie Cunningham: I like that. Dennis Guilder: Come on Arnie, we gotta get goin', huh? George LeBay: My asshole brother bought her back in September '57. That's when you got your new model year, in September. Brand-new, she was. She had the smell of a brand-new car. That's just about the finest smell in the world, 'cept maybe for pussy. Arnie Cunningham: Okay... show me. Arnie Cunningham: Whoa, whoa. You better watch what you say about my car. She's real sensitive. Bemis: She smiled at me. I want to have deep, meaningful sex with her. Arnie Cunningham: Has it ever occurred to you that part of being a parent is tryin' to kill your kids?
[Arnie is pulling a worn out, smoking old Christine into Darnell's Do It Yourself garage as Darnell and Dennis look on] Will Darnell: 'Kiddo, you sold him that piece of shit, you oughta be fuckin' ashamed of yourself. Dennis Guilder: I didn't sell it to him. I tried to talk him out of it. Will Darnell: You shoulda' tried harder.
[Will and Dennis are approaching Arnie who has just parked Christine in Will's garage] Will Darnell: [to Dennis] I knew a guy had a car like that once. Fuckin' bastard killed himself in it. Son of a bitch was so mean, you could've poured boiling water down his throat and he would've pissed ice cubes!
[to Arnie] Will Darnell: Okay. That's the last time you run that mechanical asshole in here without an exhaust hose... I catch you doing it one time, and you're out, you understand? HUH? Arnie Cunningham: Yes, sir. Will Darnell: And I'm gonna tell you something else right now. I don't take any shit from you kids. This place is for working steps gotta keep their cars running so they can keep bread on the table, it's not for rich-assed, snot-nose kids who wanna go dragging around on the Orange Belt. I don't allow no smoking in here, neither! You wanna' butt, you go out in the junkyard! Arnie Cunningham: Oh, well I don't sm - Will Darnell: [interrupting] Don't interrupt me, punk! Don't interrupt me, don't get smart! Dennis Guilder: Uhh, sir? Will Darnell: What? Dennis Guilder: [points at Darnell's own men who are smoking at a card table] Those men over there smoking. You better tell then to stop. Will Darnell: You trying to help your buddy right out of here, jerk? Dennis Guilder: Nah. Will Darnell: Then shut your pie-hole. I know a creep when I see one. I think I'm looking at one right now.
[turns back to Arnie] Will Darnell: You're on probation... you get it? You screw around with me once, I don't care how much money you paid up in front, I'll throw you out on your ass! Now you got it? HUH? Arnie Cunningham: Yessir, yessir. Will Darnell: Good! Now, get the hell out of here, we're closed.