 to get some water and pour over the radiator because I'm a redneck. I know how to fix the stupid car and keep it going, right? I know how to get the thing cooled off, and I'm going to get it on down to Chattanooga. And this guy working for me is a friend of mine. He's just ragging me to no end. You freaking cheapskate. You've got millions of dollars, and we're here on the side of the road because you're too dadgum prideful to buy a decent car because you're afraid of what somebody will think about you having a nice car. Ooh, gotcha.