Mike: "(laughing uncontrollably) I'm stoned. So are you."
Mike: "Damnit! The nitrous oxide's leaking into the car! Oh man! Oh, we gotta-- We gotta maintain."
Steve: "I just think you drive the speed limit, we're gonna be cool."
Mike: "Alright, everything's cool. I'll just go the speed limit. Limit. Limit. Li-- That's another one of those freaky words."
Steve: "Limit. (A siren goes off behind them.) Did you turn the siren on?"
Mike: "Dude, I couldn't even find the glove compartment in this thing."