You know what, beggars can't be choosers and unless you think I'm gonna put this thing together with a pre-owned prophylactic and a crack pipe, we're gonna need a ride. [He's made do with less, granted. But he's ten block from his work bench, not ten thousand miles.

Eventually they do make it round to the front of the building, where the NSX roadster sits front and center, one wheel up on the curb.]

And we're in business. Hop in.