Pons and Ned meet at a Used Car Lot
Ned: So whatcha in the market fer, Pons?
Pons: Just want to replace my "Beats Walkin'" with a better ride.
Ned: Yeh, fer sure. Looks like they got a 'Histry a da OttaMObile' shindig goin' on tahday.
Pons: No, Ned. I think these are the used cars they have available.
Ned: No kiddin'? I think I seen a cuppla them cars up on blocks in Pappy's back yard.
Pons: They have one here up on blocks as well.
Ned: Probly sos nobody'll steal it.
Pons: If I owned that car I'd be tempted to insure it to the hilt and park it on an out of the way section of the train track.
Ned: Yer losin' it, Pons. That ain't no place to park a car. What if a train come along?
Pons: I'd use the insurance money to buy a better car.
Ned: Gotcha. Then you'd take er to a piece a track uptown and let her git hit agin.
Pons: Well -- no.
Ned: May be by a better train, too.
Pons: What?
Ned: Avenchly, by un by, ya git yersef a train wit yer assurance money and ram it inta cars olliver town.
Pons: Or -- I might want to buy this car.
Ned: This here car's got lemon writ olliver it.
Pons: That's LeMans, Ned. It's a Pontiac.
Ned: That one says it gots a 389 cubic inch injun, four-on-the floor, six-pack carb, high-rise manifold, dual exhaust, L50s, air shocks, spring lifters, and a one-owner title.
Pons: It also has a state-of-the-art, eight-track tape player with owner-installed, quadraphonic speakers in the trunk. There's even purple shag carpet and a twelve-inch steering wheel.
Ned: She's a prize fer certain.
Pons: I think I'll look elsewhere.
Ned: Let's go check the train tracks uptown.
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