There’s too many self-indulgent wieners in this city with too muchbloody money!

ferrari f40
Ferrari 430
The pylon tells you that people really race these saucy little club tarts. Yeah, right.

 

Roger the Scottsdale Ferrari Salesman: My name’s Roger, Sir. May I be of some help?
Memphis: That’s funny, my name’s Roger… Two Rogers don’t make a right.
[laughs]
Memphis: Roger, I have a problem…
Roger the Car Salesman: Yes?
Memphis: I’ve been in L.A. for three months now. I have money, I have taste. But I’m not on anybody’s “A” list, and Saturday night is the loneliest night for the week for me.
Roger the Car Salesman: Well, a Ferrari would certainly change that.
Memphis: Perhaps, Mmmm. But, you know, this is the one. Yes, yes yes… I saw three of these parked outside the local Starbucks this morning, which tells me only one thing. There’s too many self-Indulgent wieners in this city with too much bloody money! Now, if I was driving a 1967 275 GTB four-cam…
Roger the Car Salesman: You would not be a self-indulgent wiener, sir… You’d be a connoisseur.
Memphis: Precisely. Champagne would fall from the heavens. Doors would open. Velvet ropes would part.