:39:07
Damn it. Blow out!
:39:17
Not again.
:39:20
Four minutes!
:39:21
Time me.
:39:24
Actually, my old man loved it.
:39:26
He always saw himself in the pits
at the Indianapolis Speedway...
:39:29
in the 500.
:39:35
My old man's spare tires
were actually only tires...
:39:38
in the academic sense.
:39:40
They were round.
They had once been made of rubber.
:39:47
Ralphie, why don't you
go help your father?
:39:50
- Really? Can I?
- Yes.
:39:52
- Watch the traffic, there.
- Okay.
:39:55
It was the first time that
it had been suggested that...
:39:58
I go help my father with anything.
:40:04
- What are you doing here?
- Mom says I should help.
:40:09
Okay, sit down here. Squat down.
:40:12
Yeah, that's it.
:40:14
Here. Hold this.
:40:19
No, not that way.
Come on, rat trap, hold it like this.
:40:23
- How?
- Like this.
:40:24
I want to put the nuts in it. There we are.
:40:26
There's four of them. And we got it!
:40:31
There it is.
:40:33
That son of a gun.
I'm gonna get that dirty...
:40:36
There we go.
:40:38
For one brief moment
I saw all the bolts silhouetted...
:40:41
against the lights of the traffic.
And then they were gone.
:40:48
Oh, fudge!
:40:51
Only I didn't say "fudge."
:40:53
I said the word.
:40:55
The big one.
The queen mother of dirty words.
:40:58
The "f, dash, dash, dash" word.