Jackson: (Trying to start up his car) Start!
Robbie: Sounds like a dead battery, son.
Jackson: It can't be. I have to pick up Jennifer for the Coldplay concert. Turn over, you piece of junk! No, no, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, baby!
Robbie: Son, you can apologize all you want, but without a new battery, you'd have an easier time turning over Uncle Earl in his water bed.