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.

Enright

(sees George cleaning car windshield, looks appalled)