Peter! Peter, come and take the garbage out. Mr. Shelby? Oh, hello, Pete. I remember that...

[Shelby parks near Miles' house. He grabs a wrench and approaches the house] Mollie Miles: Peter! Peter, come and take the garbage out. Peter Miles: Mr. Shelby? [Shelby turns around] Carroll Shelby: Oh, hello, Pete. Peter Miles: I remember that wrench. My dad threw it at you. Carroll Shelby: I believe he did. Peter Miles: Why? Carroll Shelby: Oh. [removes sunglasses] Carroll Shelby: I think I probably said something to him. Called him a few names. Peter Miles: That's right. [pause] Peter Miles: Do you wanna speak to my mum? Carroll Shelby: Well, I dd. Uh... I came to say hello, check in on her and... [sighs] Carroll Shelby: Then I started thinking that sometimes... uh, words... just... ar-are not useful. [pause] Carroll Shelby: Tools are useful 'cause you can make stuff with 'em and you can fix stuff with 'em. Here. [Shelby gives Peter the wrench] Peter Miles: Thanks. [pause] Carroll Shelby: Your daddy was, uh... Peter Miles: He was your friend. [pause] Carroll Shelby: Yes, he was. Yes, sir. [pause] Carroll Shelby: And he thought you was just finer than frog fur. Mollie Miles: Peter! Peter Miles: I think I've gotta go help my mum. Carroll Shelby: What are you doing here then? Go on. Peter Miles: Bye. [Peter rides his bicycle back to the house as Mollie looks at Shelby]