(Pushing the car up a hill, Steve is steering)
Danny: Alright, right here.
Steve: No, no the shoulders to thin, another twenty feet and were good.
Danny: Another twenty feet, I'm gonna be in traction.
Steve: What, do you want to steer?
Danny: Huh? (stops pushing the car) Do I want to steer? No, I don't want to steer. I want to continue to push this three-ton hunk of metal up a hill in ninety-five degree weather! That's what I want to do. No, I don't want to steer. Yes, I'll steer, thank you.