Jerry

Whatever it is.

George

You think it's something?

Cabbie

Ah! I hate these bums with their filthy rags. No no no, I don't want it, get away, get away from my car (he starts his wipers)

Jerry

(to George) You know these squeegee-- Oh my God! It's crazy Joe Devola.

Devola

(through the opened window's cab) Good luck on the pilot Jerry. (the cab pulls away)