George

(singing as he exits florist with bouquet and a cup of coffee) '...tootsie, good-bye. Too-too, tootsie...' (takes a drink, makes a face, shouts back at shop) You call this coffee? (dumps out coffee behind him, accidentally hitting a parked car's windshield)

Car

Hey! What the hell was that?!

George

I'm sorry! I'm terribly sorry! I- I-

Car

Clean that up!

George

Oh, sure. Of course. (looks for place to set down flowers) Um, uh, could you hold these? For just a second, just a second. (grabs newspapers from trash bin, begins wiping windshield) Here you go, now don't worry about a thing. It's gonna be fine. Here we go. Look at this shine.