Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey, Mad Dog! Hey, J.J! Look, you probably didn't realize this, but...

J.J. McClure: Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey, Mad Dog! Mad Dog: Hey, J.J! J.J. McClure: Look, you probably didn't realize this, but the parking lot's outside. Mad Dog: I know. The brakes went out. J.J. McClure: Who do you think you are? The president? Mad Dog: [imitating Richard Nixon] Well, let me make one thing perfectly clear, we feel terrible about it. Now, if they can't take a joke, [gives the up yours arm gesture sans finger]

- Hello, Mad Dog. - Hey, JJ. You probably didn't realize, but the parking lot's outside. - I know. Brakes went out. - Do you think you're the President? Well, let me make one thing perfectly clear. We feel terrible about it. And if they can't take a joke... Thank goodness. We just had a terrible accident. - We'd like to help you, but we're off duty. - This man looks bad. Maybe he's dead. You should call the coroner. JJ, he don't look too good. Nah. - He's just had his bell rung. - Can't you do something? - I mean, you're professionals. - This is our day off. Will you guys do something? This man's life is hanging by a thread! Victor.