- Title Card: This is a story from the pages of history, from an almost forgotten age, the good old days when you could drive your car when ever you pleased, when petrol stations were always open, and gas was less than a buck a gallon.
- Traffic Cop: [to Gerry] What's your name?
- Gerry Austin: Les Morris. What's yours?
- Traffic Cop: Watch it.
- [turns to John]
- Traffic Cop: Yours?
- Gerry Austin: Watch It Yours. Funny name.
- John: Must be a Pom.
- John: [inspecting inside a rail boxcar] It's empty! We'll stick the car in here. There's a ramp about half a mile ahead. Get up there and load up.
- Gerry Austin: But I'll kill myself.
- John: You can do it!
- Shirl: Come on Gerry!
- Gerry Austin: I'll kill you too, you silly bitch!
- John: There's cops all down this road.
- Gerry Austin: So?
- John: So cops have got radios. This gas is stolen.
- Gerry Austin: So is the car!
- John: [reading rental papers] Nice car.
- Gerry Austin: Yeah. Brand spanking. Did a deal, bloke I know.
- John: Funny deal, it's a rental.
- Gerry Austin: Funny bloke.