Penhall (seeing bright lights and hearing rumbling): Oh, this is it. They're here! The Space Brothers are here! Hello? Hey, land! We mean you no harm!
(The Goodyear Blimp passes overhead with a message that reads, "Follow me to Crazy Freddy's...")
Hanson: Aliens travel six light-years to get a good deal on a car stereo. Believe it... or not.
Penhall: Oh my God. A blimp. I can't believe it. You're never going to let me live this down, are you?
Hanson: Doug! You're psychic!