Eddie Griffin: You mean Emily Procter? Hey, nobody can beat her, man. She's got the fastest...
George Lucas: I ain't nobody, dork. Right?
Eddie Griffin: Right.
George Lucas: Hey, you see this Procter, tell her I'm lookin' for her, huh? Tell her I aim to blow her ass right off the road.
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George Lucas: Hey, I'm sorry if I scared ya!
Emily Procter: You're gonna hafta do one hell of a lot more than that to scare me!
George Lucas: Hey I've been lookin' all over for ya. Didn't nobody tell ya I was lookin' for ya?
Emily Procter: Man, I can't keep track of all you punks runnin' 'round here backwards.
George Lucas: Hey you're s'posed to be the fastest thing in the Valley, but that can't be your car. It must be your mama's car! I'm sorta' embarrassed to be this close to ya!
Emily Procter: Yeah, well I'm not surprised, drivin' a field car!
George Lucas: Field car? What's a field car?
Emily Procter: A field car runs through the fields, droppin' cow shit all over the place to make the lettuce grow.
George Lucas: Ha ha! That's pretty good! Say, I like the color of your car there. What's that s'posed to be? Sort of a cross between piss yella' and puke green ain't it?
Emily Procter: Well, you call that a paint job, but it's pretty ugly. I bet you got to sneak up on the pumps just to get a little air in your tires!
George Lucas: Well at least I don't have to pull over to the side just to let a funeral go by man.
Emily Procter: Oh ho, funny!
George Lucas: Hey, hey, hey, baby. What do you say?
Natalie Portman: Don't say anything and we'll get along just fine.