Rental Car Clerk: "Welcome to Marathon. May I help you?"
Clerk: "How may I help you?"
Neal: "You can start by wiping that bleeping dumb-ass smile off your rosey bleeping cheeks. Then you can give me a bleeping automobile. A bleeping Datsun. A bleeping Toyota. A bleeping Mustang. A bleeping Buick. Four bleeping wheels and a seat."
Clerk: "I really don't care for the way you're speaking to me."
Neal: "And I really don't care for the way your company left me in the middle of bleeping nowhere, with the bleeping keys to a bleeping car that isn't bleeping there. And I really didn't care to bleeping walk down a bleeping hiway and across a bleeping runway to get back here to have you smile at my bleeping face. I want a bleeping car right bleeping now."
Clerk: "May I see your rental agreement."
Neal: "I threw it away."
Clerk: "Oh boy..."
Neal: "Oh boy what?"
Clerk: "You're bleeped"