- Carl: Look... I'm really sorry. I'm sorry that you tried to walk in front of me when I clearly had the right of way.
- Bart Oates: Hey, Carl, you know that's not really the spirit of this.
- Carl: All right, all right, all right, look. Reset. I am very glad that forensics could not match the paint on your face to the paint on my fender, but I am sorry that you had to pay the ultimate price for not looking both ways. I did not wave you on, I was flipping you off!
- Bart Oates: Carl.
- Carl: Ok, all right. I'm sorry you're dead.
- Bart Oates: You're in the red zone now, buddy. You gotta close the deal.
- Carl: But me answering questions to a bunch of cops wasn't ever going to bring you back.
- Bart Oates: Be a champ. Go all the way.
- Carl: Ok! I'm sorry I hit you, all right? And that's as sorry as I'm ever going to be. You were old. I could tell.