Three for the Road

Paul: Do you realize it's gonna take a miracle to catch her now? She's got at least five hours on us! T.S.: Hey, I ain't worried about her anymore! I'm worried about my feet, okay? Paul: Oh God... I can't believe I'm blowing this! A major opportunity with the senator, the chance of a lifetime, and I'm blowing it, T.S.! I need a miracle... Paul: ... I... I need a Porsche. Junior: Damn you, Missy Butler. Paul: That can't be the same guy. Paul: Thank you, Lord. T.S.: What are you doing? T.S.: Hey Congressman, you're outta your mind!