Bosco: Fred, here's what I'm thinkin'. We're friends, right? If it comes down to it, why kill ourselves over this, right? It's a big truck, too big for a coupla guys who live in the city. If it's just you and me, you take your hands off the truck, I'll sell it, buy a little sporty car and give you 1,000 dollars of what's left over.
Fred: Don't talk to me.
Fred: She still hasn't answered the phone.
Bosco: Oh. Well, why don't you just give in and go look for her.
Fred: Get away from me.
Bosco: Don't be so touchy.