Shit!
- Whistler, you've got to do it. - Do what?
You gotta drive. l'll talkyou through it. Now, hury.
D-D-Drive what?
Okay, Bish.
There's a gate about 30 yards behind you.
Put it in reverse and floor it.
Did l ever tell you why l had to leave the CIA?
[ Mother] N-No.
Uh, what's reverse?
Uh, one down.
My temper.
[ Screeching ]
Wow!
Uh, Crease, where's Whistlergoing?
Uh, Bish? l'm going backwards.
You're doin' fine. Doin' fine.
[ Yelling ]
Now, hit the brakes!
Now! [ Screeching ]
Okay, put the gearshift down two notches.
Down two notches.
[ Martin ] Turn left. floor it.
- l-l-l'm going forward. - Do-- Uh, uh, straighten out.
- Oh, what was that? - Okay, keep comin'.
Oh, God, l'm driving! l'm driving!
[ Yelling ] No, don't do that. l'm driving!
[ Martin ] Whoa, whoa! Go left!
Uh, my-- My left. Right.
Go right! Right! Ri--
lt's okay.
Beautiful! Keep comin'. Keep comin'.
Now, you're gonna go down a vey gentle slope.
Okay, fine. Great. No problem.
[ Yelling ] Oh boy!
Doin' okay. Five more seconds...
and stop.
[ Groaning ] l think l'll stop right here.
[ Liz Laughing ] Whistler, thatwas great!