- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: Can I help you, young fella?
- Rocko: Well, yes. I need my car fixed.
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: [looks at Rocko's car] *That* car?
- [starts laughing]
- Rocko: [Rocko isn't amused]
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: [stops laughing] Oh, I'm sorry. You're serious.
- Rocko: Yes, I'm serious. I'd like to get my car fixed.
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: Son, that cheap little rattle trap is not a car.
- [points out a nice car]
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: *This* is a car.
- [points out another nice car]
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: *This* is a car.
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: [points to Rocko's car] What you got there, is a little tricycle with an extra wheel.
- [all the mechanics start roaring with laughter]
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: You see, me and my buddies race in the O-Town Rally every year. And, well, we eat cars like yours for breakfast.
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: [goes over to Rocko's car] Why, this old wreck ain't even worth fixin'. Be better off sellin' it for scrap.
- Rocko: SCRAP? This is a great car. It's the car I learned to drive in. The car that brought me to O-Town. I've had some wonderful times in this car.
- Bob, Very Last Chance Garage Owner: [to the mechanics] Hear that, boys? The platypus is all sentimental over his little red wagon.
- [all the mechanics start laughing hysterically]
- Heffer Wolfe: [reading from a foreign language manual] Førrst tøø poot ze cär in neüträl.
- Rocko: You don't have to talk with that silly accent, Hef.
- Heffer Wolfe: But that's how it's read in the book, Rocko.
- Rocko: What make is this car?
- Heffer Wolfe: Sloo-va-kee-uh?