Piper, Phoebe and Cole are in the car. Cole's driving.
Piper (to Cole): Okay, turn left up here. And can you step on the gas a little?
Cole screeches around the corner, nearly hitting a taxi. Phoebe lets out a yelp, and the taxi driver honks his horn.
Phoebe: Off the gas! Off the gas!
She pats him on the shoulder.
Cole: Does somebody else want to drive here?