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An ordinary man, insurance executive, 45 years old, stumbles to his death on a

subway platform in New York City.

Or does he?

Unbeknownst to his wife or child, his brain is rescued from the accident scene

by a secret branch of the United States government and put into the body of an

artificially produced 26 -year -old man who has the strength of Superman, the

speed of Michael Jordan, and the grace of Fred Astaire.

The only catch.

On the penalty of death, he can never let anyone from the past know he is

alive. And that, my friends, is the problem.

For this man is desperately in love with his wife, his daughter, and his former

life.

Before, on Now and Again.

Oh, what was that?

Did you see the paper?

I mean, they actually want people to believe that some lady on the Upper East

Side spontaneously burst into flames.

Oh, Melanie.

Oh, are you all right?

Just watching television and poof.

Stop touching me.

Screw you, screw him, screw all of it. You can all go to hell. You're the one

who's going to hell.

No, darling, you're going to hell.

Yes, sir?

Is it my overactive imagination or is it warm in here?

Would you like me to turn down the heat?

That's not what I asked you. I asked you your opinion.

Well, I find it very comfortable, sir.

Then it is.

It's my imagination.

So, uh, why are you standing back there? Step into the room. I think I hear the

phone, sir.

Right.

Maybe it's Mitchell.

No. He's already called.

He wanted to know if you were still here.

Did you tell him I left?

I told him, but I don't think he believed me.

Is there anything else?

I have a class.

Of course you do.

I just want you to know I enjoyed working with you, Mr. DeLongpre.

And I you, Vanessa.

Hello?

I'm sorry to keep you waiting. This is not an easy call to make.

Yes, I've decided to act on your advice.

No.

I can't talk now. I'm supposed to be gone already.

Right. I'll meet you. I'll bring the information, everything you need.

Tonight.

No, no, no. It has to be tonight.

Yeah. Yeah, you stay cool, too.

No.

No, God, no.

No, no.

Please. No, God.

No. No, not this way.

Not this way. No, God. Please.

No. Please, I beg of you, somebody let me out.

That should just about do it.

Leave Mr. Wiseman's skull open for about 15 minutes, let it dry out, and then

stitch him up if you don't mind.

Wow. That's the brain, huh?

It's amazing.

You think so?

I really didn't have anything to do with that.

Oh, no, no, I know.

I mean, this is incredible, too. I mean, I look at that, and I'm...

Radio stack.

a tree coming towards me through the windshield, and I got anxious.

You didn't get anxious, Mother. You panicked. You said the Lord's Prayer for

crying out loud.

I did?

I'm sorry.

How am I supposed to concentrate on driving if you keep uncrossing yourself

the time?

Heather, look, I am sorry. I'm sorry.

The next time that we go out, I promise you I will keep my hands folded in my

lap. Forget it.

No, I'm not going to learn to drive.

I'll just walk everywhere or take the bus or ride a bike. Heather. Or

That's it. I'll spend the rest of my life depending on strangers to get me

one place to another. And it's all your fault.

And I am sure that you are aware that other newspapers, while not your equals

editorially, have found a way to create a document without the use of ink that

come off on the hand.

Period.

Wouldn't you agree that the public would be better served by having all the news

that's fit to print if the print could just be made to stay on the page?

Question one.

And sign it, Roger Bender, Senior Vice President of Grand Empire Insurance.

And you actually want me to send this to the editor of the New York Times?

Hello?

Uh -oh. Put her on.

Lisa. Roger.

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of the day, but we've got a

crisis going on here.

Oh, crisis is my middle name. Please.

When you were teaching Amanda to drive, what did you do? Did you enroll her in

school? Did you hire someone? What?

No, no. I taught her. Me, myself, and I.

Really? Absolutely.

Driving... is about freedom.

And freedom is one of the great promises of adulthood.

And I wasn't about to let my child be ushered into adulthood by some hired

No, teaching one child to drive is something best accomplished by someone

to the child.

Yeah, well, that theory is not working too well here at the Wiseman household.

Really? Really.

I don't know if it's a mother -daughter thing or if it's a Lisa Heather thing. I

just know that it is not a happening thing.

Uh, well... Would you like me to have a try?

Are you serious?

Are you certain you can't see anything?

It's so dark in here, the shadows are making me squint. Good.

As you know, the surgery I performed on you three days ago was designed to

enhance your sonic sensitivity.

In time and with practice, your new inner ear will enable you to hear the

flutter of a hummingbird's wing.

The sound of a leaf falling half a mile away.

Even the footfalls of an ant.

So much to look forward to.

As with any new sensory experience, it will take time for the mind to accept

process the unfamiliar stimuli.

With that in mind, let's begin.

I need you to listen to me very carefully, Mr. Wiseman.

Somewhere in this townhouse, an object is about to hit the floor.

Using only your hearing, I want you to find it.

Are you ready?

Yes. I'll take Charles Nelson Riley to block.

Now, did you hear that?

Hear what?

You didn't hear that pin dropping?

Doc, how do you expect me to hear a pin dropping with that radio blasting away?

Radio?

Never mind, it's gone. Somebody shut it off.

Sounds like somebody switching off lights.

A kiss.

A guy saying he'll be home for dinner.

Door slamming.

Footsteps getting further away.

Must be next door. Someone leaving for work.

Maybe it's too sensitive?

This is really cool.

This is really awful.

Ah! Ah, high pit sound.

Whirring, horrible. Oh, it's making my skin crawl.

Wait, stop now.

Guy saying spit.

Dentist's office.

Maybe this enhancement was a bad idea.

Perhaps we need to open him back up. Just do some fine tuning.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

This is great.

What's that?

I don't know. Either two people are on their honeymoon or somebody's watching a

porno. Maybe we should get the operating room ready.

You've got that 1030.

Must be a porno because there's that cheesy music in the background.

It's a total and utter waste of my time. See if you can get me out of it.

Sir, Department of Justice specifically asked for you.

Oh, I feel bad.

Why?

I think the kid who was watching the porno's mother just walked in the room.

Something about no more television for the rest of his life.

I know how he feels.

I heard that.

I am sorry about this, Mr. Wiseman.

But a certain amount of trial and error is to be expected in any new medical

procedure.

But it appears I've wildly miscalculated with regard to the whole issue of

chronic sensitivity.

Hey, it's no skin off whoever's nose.

Besides, with these things on, it's like you never did the operation at all.

Unfortunately, you can't wear those in public without attracting attention.

But I promise...

I'll open you back up and make the necessary adjustments as soon as

No rush.

Kind of like Radio Free Michael in here now.

So, where are we headed?

A friend of mine at the Department of Justice asked if I would run over and

a look at a crime scene they've been working.

Something about valuing my scientific opinion.

Oh, thanks. It should take about ten minutes.

So you're telling me an entire human being was consumed by a flame in this

room?

And the only evidence you have of a fire are these char marks on the door and in

the carpet?

No, I also have a 40 -pound bag of human ash.

I'm sorry.

It must be a fraud or a fake of some kind. I'm telling you, sir, we've tested

it. It's human ash.

Oh, that's all well and good, sir.

But in order to have a fire, you must have three things.

Yes. Air, fuel, and... And a source of ignition.

Where's your source of ignition?

There's air in the room.

The body itself is fuel.

But what was used to start the fire?

Gasoline? A bomb?

Well, I'm sure that's why they wanted you involved.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Well, you're right. Our tests indicate no apparent external source of ignition.

Again, I don't follow.

I'm a doctor. What does this have to do with me?

Sounds like you need a chemical engineer.

I said external source of ignition.

There's a body of thought, if you'll pardon the pun, that thinks the source

ignition might have been internal.

You mean from inside the body?

That's preposterous.

I think.

Are either of you familiar with spontaneous human combustion?

Well, I never heard them play live, but I think I had an 8 -track of theirs back

in the 70s.

Before modern medicine, many ancient scholars believed the human body was

composed of four elements.

Earth, air, water, and fire.

They thought when a person had a fever, it was the flames deep inside the body

growing hotter and hotter.

And that occasionally that fire might actually erupt and consume a person.

Erupt from inside, completely engulfing the body, but leaving its surroundings

basically untouched.

Right. I read about this in one of our finer weekly newspapers.

Right beneath the story about how aliens helped some family save their farm.

Forget I said anything.

I'll just stand here and listen to the voices in my head.

How's it going?

It's just thrilling.

How's it going with you?

I wanted to talk to you about this driving situation.

What are you talking about, Mom? There is no driving situation. I told you,

resolved myself to a life of exact change and good reading material.

Heather!

I have come to the conclusion that perhaps it would be better for you

if you were taught to drive by someone other than me.

You'll get no argument here.

But what are you trying to tell me? Have you enrolled me in driving school?

Um, no, not exactly.

What? You've hired someone to give me private lessons?

Well, kind of, sort of, but not really.

What do you mean, not really? Did you hire a boy, not really, or a girl, not

really? Oh, oh, definitely a boy, not really.

Way to go, Mom!

I take back everything I ever said to the school shrink about you.

Well, before you get too excited... When's my appointment?

He's here now.

Where? Outside?

Downstairs. Cool.

You're the best girl.

Well, that's not... Hello?

Anybody down there?

Hey, cupcake.

You gonna come on down so we can jump in the old jalopy and log some time behind

the wheel?

Oh, right.

I'll be down in a minute, Uncle Roger. I did have to go and tell my mom

something.

we're clear.

This makes anything I might do to you completely justifiable and a port of

This is my car. That is my child.

What can I say?

I haven't lost a car or a student yet.

Don't worry about a thing. She's in great hands, Lisa. I'm going to drive

over to my secret spot.

It's the perfect place for practicing those really complicated maneuvers like

parallel parking and three -point turns.

Sorry.

The three, I know the perfect spot.

A place where there's virtually nothing to hit.

And if you do hit something, nobody gives a hoot anyway.

Mr. Wiseman.

Mr. Wiseman.

The operating theater is ready.

I'd like to go over and remove the enhancement now, if you don't mind.

Wait a second.

I love this song, and there's still a little bit more left.

Hey, Doc.

Are you aware that in the past three weeks, there's been two other deaths in

city that seem to involve spontaneous human combustion?

And where did you hear that?

Yak Radio.

No music, no news, nothing but yak. Yak Radio keeping New York yakking. Yeah,

yeah.

My point is, it seems that every other call... Mr. Wiseman, for the last time,

spontaneous human combustion is an urban myth.

Do you know what the word myth means?

Certainly. I miss my wife. I miss my daughter.

I, Mr. Wiseman, am a man of science.

We went to the crime scene.

We saw the evidence.

And I, for one, refuse to give any more time and energy to what I know to be a

hoax or a fraud or an elaborate practical joke.

Now, let's get in the car and go. How do you know it's a hoax or a fraud or a

practical joke?

And if you're certain you know what it isn't, isn't your natural sense of

curiosity piqued?

Doesn't it make you want to know what it is?

No. I already know what it is. And it is a fake.

Case closed.

And how can you be so sure?

Mr. Wiseman.

Trust me.

There are certain physical absolutes.

The Earth is round.

Gravity keeps us pinned to the ground.

And people do not spontaneously burst into flame.

Prove it.

Prove it? I don't have to prove it. Oh, you most certainly do. Have you

forgotten? You're talking to a guy who was dead and had his brain put into a

body that was built out of government surplus.

I no longer believe in absolutes.

All right.

Forget me.

Didn't you tell me that the Department of Justice asked for your help?

Yes, and I gave it to them.

And I told them it wasn't... No, you told them what it wasn't. And that's no

help at all.

Would you mind telling me what it is about this that has so captured your

imagination? I don't know. Maybe it was all those years in insurance.

But I used to hate paying out on a situation I couldn't explain. And I

explain this.

So what's the big deal?

We'll go to one more crime scene, and then you'll unhook the THX system in my

head.

You are joking, aren't you?

About what?

I'm not driving in here. It's creepy. I mean, what if someone I know sees me?

Look around you, Heather.

I feel fairly confident that everyone watching will be completely discreet.

Look, Heather.

I learned to drive in here. My brother learned to drive in here. My daughter

learned to drive in here. It's really a wonderful place to get started.

Get started with what? I'm not an imbecile. My mom has been taking me

for months. I need to practice on a street, with other cars, with traffic.

And I assure you, we will get there.

When? When I get the sense that you have mastered the basics.

I mean, if I see that you are an accomplished driver, ready to go out and

practice in traffic, we will be out of here so fast, it'll make your head spin.

But, since I have never driven with you, and you have never practiced with me, I

really think the prudent thing to do is to begin our lesson here.

Don't run, Dave.

Don't you follow?

Don't be mad at me.

I don't like having my time wasted.

You don't know that it's a waste of time.

How can you be certain it's a waste of time unless you've spent the time and

determined it was a waste? I really don't want to have this conversation

You've gotten your way. Let's leave it at that.

So who is it we're going to see, and how did they come to be barbecued? Mr.

Wiseman, please.

Man's name was Reynolds.

He was lying in bed, had a fight with his lover.

And as she was headed towards the door, she was supposedly incinerated.

Oh, how convenient.

Does that mean she was a witness?

I don't know.

I've asked that they find her. And if possible, ask her to join us.

Come on, this is going to be great.

Uncle Roger, you were right to play rock.

I used to be able to do that when I was young.

Simply not possible.

To create enough heat to incinerate a man's body, you would also create enough

collateral heat to burn down the rest of this room.

Probably the whole damn building. And yet, look at this place.

Doesn't even need a new coat of paint.

Front door.

Even I heard that.

Why are we whispering?

We're supposed to be here.

Hello?

Miss Avalon?

My name is Dr. Theodore Morris. I'm consulting with... I know who you are.

They called me and asked me to come see you.

I don't see the point.

I already confessed.

You already confessed?

Would you mind if we did this in the bedroom?

Do we have to?

It would certainly be helpful.

Please.

I knew it was going to happen.

I tell him I had to leave.

Had to go study.

He was getting suspicious.

And I was always asking for money.

That didn't help.

He knew my parents were wealthy.

At a certain point, he just sort of sensed that it didn't add up. I'm sorry.

What didn't add up?

What were you doing?

What is it you were spending your money on?

Where were you really going when you said you were studying?

To worship.

The money.

The leaving.

All of it.

To worship.

And he didn't like that?

No. So you set him on fire from the inside?

Not me.

But I was the cause.

For those of us who are joining whatever show it is you're watching, which is

clearly already in progress, how were you the cause of your boyfriend being

-roasted from the small intestines out?

Billy loved me.

He thought they were manipulating me.

They weren't.

They don't.

I like being there.

I mean, I love Bill, too, but... I liked being there.

Being where?

Where is it you would worship?

At the elevations.

The first church of elevations.

Reverend Kelso.

Reverend Kelso?

Reverend Kelso.

He's a very smart man.

He makes you feel safe, warm.

Anyway, Bill started making calls.

The police, the mayor's office, calling attention.

Reverend Kelso and the other church elders, they called me in.

They started getting annoyed.

So you think perhaps they're responsible for Billy's death?

Oh, no.

That would be the master.

Of course.

And where would we find the master?

I mean, if we were looking.

If we had a message from his cousin Louie or something.

The master is everywhere.

And he who suggests that the master and his elevations do not exist.

And he who seeks to thwart the master and the spreading of his elevations

feel the fire burning within him. And the greater the anger, the master and

church, the greater the heat of the fire.

until ultimately the anger and the fire will consume him.

So save the master.

So save the world.

Right. Get the operating room ready. We're on our way back. On our way back?

Surely you jest.

Look at this face. This face does not jest.

What about the elevations? What about the elevations? It's irrelevant.

It is?

Mr. Wiseman.

Simple deductive reasoning suggests that since three people have supposedly,

spontaneously combusted, but only one appears to be affiliated with this

Membership in said group is unrelated to the death.

Well, we don't know that they aren't members. We haven't actually checked.

Fine. Putting those other two people aside, no new age metaphysical bunch of

confused baby boomers with too much free time and too much money are responsible

for that man incinerating.

If in fact there was a man, and if in fact he incinerated.

Wow, you are close -minded.

Get in the car, please.

What would be the heart?

We run over to this church. Get in the car, please. Check on who is and isn't a

member. Get in the car, please. See if anybody's smoldering.

Get in the car, please.

Got it now.

Got what now?

You're afraid.

I'm afraid?

Of what?

You're afraid that for the first time in your life, you're stumped.

Excuse me?

Come on, it's obvious.

You've got so much invested in your scientific methods, in your physical

absolutes, in your, if I can't explain it, it must be a hoax or a fraud or an

elaborate practical joke approach to life. You're afraid if we go over to

escalator place... Elevators.

Elevations. Whatever.

That you just might see something or hear something or feel something that

can't explain.

You're trying to manipulate me, Mr. Wiseman.

And it's not going to work.

Let's proceed directly to the operating theater, please.

So how do you think these people will kill?

Don't know, don't care.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't. Yes, you do.

No, I don't. Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

Dump, dump, dump.

Am not, am not, am not.

For the last time, Mr. Wiseman, people do not spontaneously burst into flames.

And whatever that woman says, whatever her master says, people do not ignite on

their own because of some imagined, all -knowing, all -seeing higher power who's

offended by their actions. It just doesn't happen.

Says you.

Says the laws of nature.

Not according to the Rami -Bami chief hobgoblin where that lady goes to Sunday

school. Not because it's a hoax or a fraud or an elaborate practical joke.

it.

All right.

Fine.

Take us to the first church of the elevations, please.

Lloyd, are you showing me?

Hi. My name is Lisa Wiseman, and I may be overreacting, but my daughter is out

with a close family friend practicing driving.

She has her permit.

Yes, I'm sure they will be, too, but it's been a few hours, and I was just

wondering if you could keep an eye out for her.

My license plate number?

Sure.

I was thinking while you took a look around, I'd try and get my hands

on a membership roster.

How are you going to do that?

Not sure.

Is this your first time in the First Church of the Elevations?

Yes, it is.

Well, Reverend Kelso is giving an introductory lecture right now in the

auditorium, if you'd like to attend.

I'm sorry, we're not together. I'm here on an insurance matter.

Fire insurance.

But he's in the market for some enlightenment.

Very open -minded.

Aren't you?

Sure. Outside these walls, outside this building, it is a cold

and angry world filled with disconnected souls which are trying desperately to

make sense out of this assault on their senses which we call contemporary life.

But here, inside this womb, which we call the first church of elevations,

we have a process.

We have a method of living which many people believe helps them to deal with

this assault, this bombardment.

Now,

Once you surrender to the possibility of a life lived according to the

principles of elevation, once you pledge the mutually agreed upon percentage of

your time, your energy, your income to elevation,

its manifest benefits will be made available to you instantly, not in

days, not in weeks, not in years.

But the benefits of a life lived according to the method will be yours

You doubt me.

Many people, when they sit in this room, in this special place, they report

that they experience feelings of contentment. They report they experience

feelings of well -being.

The best candidates for success here in our church have reported actual feelings

of warmth.

Can you feel it?

It seems to come from inside, from the soul, doesn't it?

And then, as quickly as it appeared, this warmth is gone.

ought to come up with a story.

Not that I'm suggesting we lie. I'm just saying that in a situation like this,

it's always good to come up with a single version of events.

The less contradiction, the better.

You understand that, right?

Sure.

Of course.

You know, it is my fault and she is my mother. I think I should be the one to

tell her. No, no.

We'll do it together.

I am not without responsibility here, Heather. I am the adult. I could have

insisted that you slow down.

You did.

Kinda. You were making that whimpering sound. I knew what it meant.

Yeah, but perhaps I could have been clearer or stronger.

Whatever.

So, what do you call that thing I landed on?

Uh, a crypt, honey. That big, hard, square thing is called a crypt.

I did not say that she was a patient there. I was asking if she had been

admitted, maybe through emergency.

Heather Wiseman.

W -I -S -E -M -A... Oh, my

God.

Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?

Oh, my God! I can explain.

It's a thing, not a person. Aren't you glad that...

I'm all right that I'm safe. Okay, I withdraw the question.

Lisa, I would like the opportunity to explain why the... Mr.

Wiseman?

What are you doing?

Somebody across the street was watching Letterman.

And during the commercials, somebody over that way ran in Braveheart, which

always wanted to see.

It's tough to follow without a picture.

You okay?

I don't know.

Can't sleep.

Want to take a drive, get some food?

You serious?

It was the most incredible experience, Mr. Wiseman.

Hey, there's a place that's open.

We have our own charbroiler.

That'd be good.

Even if I was sitting there, laughing to myself, convinced that this man was a

fake and a fraud, I feel this heat.

I feel it inside me.

That gas station has a mini -mart.

What do you think? Feel like mini -marting it?

I'm a scientist. I know this is not possible.

There's the train station.

They have stuff to eat in there.

So what could it be?

There has to be a logical explanation, right?

I look under my chair.

No hidden heat lamp.

No hot air vent.

No nothing.

But it's growing warmer, Mr. Wiseman.

It's growing warmer. Listen, I'm fascinated by all this, but I'm really

concerned that whatever it is that put you in your current frame of mind is

going to wear off before I've had a chance to chow down.

You think we could pull over already?

I think I saw a place with a vending machine in the lobby.

You do have change.

Mr. Wiseman, I want you to do something for me.

Kind of a science experiment.

I don't know. It all depends. Can I eat first?

Absolutely. Take a bite.

You're awfully excited about this.

What's in it?

I don't know. It's a cheeseburger. It's got cheese and a burger, I suppose.

Take a bite before it cools off.

Well? More like medium well.

But nice and hot, right?

Nice and hot.

Describe the heat.

Describe the heat?

Wouldn't you say it's hottest in the center?

That's how microwaves cook, you know.

From the center out.

From the inside out.

Just like I began to this afternoon in that auditorium.

Wow.

Men. Hello, Vanessa.

Hello, Reverend Kelso.

So, this is where Ed... He was a fine lawyer,

a good friend, and a believer in the church.

Or so I thought.

Are you a believer in the church, Vanessa?

I don't know what I believe in anymore, Reverend Kelso.

That's why you called me.

Asked me to come here.

Two men from the government came to see me.

About my mom.

They say you killed her.

Me?

How could I have killed her?

You know what happened.

She wanted you to leave the church.

She started hiring lawyers, detectives.

These things are the province of the master, not me.

I certainly can't make anyone burst into flames.

They say you can.

And you did.

They told me when you lived in the Soviet Union that you invented some kind

microwave gun.

that the government had no money to finance your research, and that when you

escaped to the West, no one who does that kind of research would hire you

because of your work for the former Soviet Union.

They told you that, huh?

What I'd like to know is where did you ever get the idea to found a church?

May I come in?

And you are?

The man who figured out who you are.

had me thumped for a while.

Really messed with my head.

And then it came to me.

That auditorium.

It's really just a giant microwave oven.

You turn up the heat.

Enough for everyone to feel a little tingle in their bellies.

So they think they're having an epiphany.

And that you really are the second coming.

It's brilliant.

You must make a fortune.

Which is why, of course, you have to start cooking anyone that might make

trouble. Like my mother.

Or Mr. DeLong, pray, or... You know who the others are.

Vanessa.

This is absurd.

I am just a minister, a shepherd.

Those who transgress, those who threaten the church or any of its members, their

fate is sealed by a power higher than mine.

Do tell.

Oh, wow.

Is it just my imagination, or is it getting warm in here?

Omar.

This is what I was afraid of.

You challenge me, the master challenges you.

But don't worry.

I shall rush right back to the church and pray for you both.

So you're the shepherd, huh?

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

Me?

I'm the other government guy.

I've been downstairs listening.

I heard every word that you said.

Also, the Giants are ahead seven zip at the end of the third quarter.

It's a gift, like your heat thing. Shh.

You know what I hear now?

People inside there staggering towards the door.

I don't want to go in there. You don't want to go in there.

I don't know what to do. I don't have the key. I know.

Let's go for help. No problem. Don't worry about it. I'll get the door open.

no. We don't want to go in there.

Sure we do.

No!

Let us out! Please! Let us out!

Help.

Help.

Help! Oh, please.

Get us out.

I'm burning up in here.

That must have hurt.

Would you like some dry ice for that?

I don't understand.

Across the street, my gun.

The microwave.

Oh, my friend here disconnected that about 30 seconds after you set it up.

Oh, forgive me. You haven't been properly introduced.

Reverend Kelso.

Mr. Newman. Mr. Newman, this is the Reverend Kelso.

Gee, I hope I didn't throw you too hard. For what it's worth, many people I do

that to report that they experience strong feelings of contentment, a

well -being.

Some even report a feeling of warmth.

Can you feel it?

So, how'd it go?

Well, she kept all four wheels on the ground, right?

Must be.

Well, Uncle Roger, your car really kicks ass.

It does?

Oh, no.

Oh.