Quote: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has Mopars. And those Mopars have to be guarded by men with ballz. Who's gonna do it? You? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Hondas and you curse the Hemi's. You have that luxury. You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at car shows, you want me in that Mopar. You need me in that Mopar. We use words like Hemi, wedge, blowers...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very horsepower I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a wrench and start wrenching on your pathetic Acura. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
that really made my day. 
