Peggy: Now that you insist on going, there are going to be a few rules. First, I don't want you talking to any of your old friends, particularly that little weasel Eli.
Al: Eli was a good guy, Peg.
Peggy: Good guys don't say, "Hey, Bundy, I got 20 ridin' on you. Lower your head and run into a brick wall."
Al: No one had ever done that before.
Peggy: I like to think if you hadn't, you might actually have been a garbageman. Rule number two... I don't want you getting into any fights, particularly with Jack.
Al: Jack. Yeah, I remember Jack. I don't like Jack. He had this thing about being the best. Always trying to top me. I'd make the team, he'd make the team. I set a record, he set a record. He passed a gallstone, I married you. We could never settle that tie. Jack and me split the school right down the middle. Half for him, half for me. On graduation day, we were going to fight it out in the schoolyard, me and him 'til one of us dropped. Then... something happened.
Peggy: I think that something was Eli betting you couldn't jump over a Mustang going 50.
Al: I was two inches short, Peg. Had my toe had just cleared that driver's nose, I'd have won that $10 bet.