Spanky: (paging over the shop intercom)...tap, tap, tap,...Lynette is this thing, on?
Ms. Lynette: (chucking at her desk) Yes Spanky, its on.
Spanky:....Fit to the main office, Fit git on up to the office..........you think he heard that down in the lot there Lynette?
Ms. Lynette: Hang up the phone Spanky, I see him in the lot headin this way already.
Spanky: (still over the loudspeaker)....oh, okay, just tell him to come in when he gits here.
Fit: Hang up the phone Spanky, I heard ya, hell ev'ryone heard ya. (click) What did you need, I'm workin on somethin special and I can't let it dry too much.
Spanky: Figgered you'd wanna see this, just got it off the intermail. We don't need to buy any parts for this an' I think you'll be right at home with the cars.
Fit: (Leaning over lookin at the computer screen) Its email Spanky, off of the internet. Watch this. (clicks control-P, hits enter, and the printer starts whirrin) And there you go, on paper now. (skimmin over the car list, eye's widen, mouth opens slightly) Holy Crap Spanky, theres a TVR on this list. (Pointing to the paper)
Spanky: I thought you might want to know 'bout that. Now git on back before your paint dries, I ain't payin ya to do it twice. What is it anyway, I don't got any paintwork on the books fer today anyhow.
...Fit shuffles out of the shop pouring over the new challenge, passes right on by Ms Lynette (who always makes eyes at him), and wonders out the front door before realizing the paint shop is the other way.....
