Yeah.

Otis:

[Otis sticks his head out the window of a moving vehicle as Henry drives, filming various women with a video camera until it hits something, busting the lens off; gets angry at Henry]
Oh! Look what you did! Aw, God! Aw, Jesus! Look at it, it's ruined! Damn, Henry, you oughta look where you're driving! Henry:
Who the hell told you to stick your head out the window anyway? Otis:
You could've killed me! Henry:
Oh, that's right. Blame it on me. Otis:
Aw, this fuckin' camera! [Otis tosses the camera out the window into the gutter, completely destroying it] Henry:
What'd you do that for? Otis:
It wasn't any good anymore. Henry:
Could've fixed it. Otis:
Shit, the lens was busted right off! Henry:
Could've fixed it! Otis:
How do you know? You a camera repairman? You should've said something. Henry:
You didn't give me a chance, Otis. You threw the fucker right out the window! Otis:
It ain't my fault it broke. Henry:
Oh, right. Otis:
[tension begins to settle]
We can go back and get it if you want. Henry:
[chuckles sarcastically]
Yeah. Otis:
[after a brief moment of silence]
You wanna get a beer? Henry:
Not particularly. Otis:
I want a beer. Henry:
[immediately hits the brakes and reaches over Otis to open his door]
If you want a beer so bad, Otis, go ahead and get one! Otis:
[snarkily]
All right, I will! [exits the vehicle, closes the door and says through the window] Otis:
See you later? Henry:
Yeah. [Henry drives off while Otis stands there stranded in the street as he watches him]