(Coming back from the U.S., the lady in the car in front of us at the border was talking and looked like she was making hand motions as she talked.)
miklos: That lady looks like she's a mute.
dave: How can she be driving?
miklos: She's not deaf! ... ... *pause* ... or BLIND!

dave: shit miklos!
[hot chocolate falls]
miklos: is it all over the car?
dave: no my pants got the majority of it
miklos: there's some tissues in the glove box
dave: what is a tissue gonna do miklos?
dave: now if you have some shout....
dave: I could shout it out.
miklos: jesus... you're a breathing commercial.