(..) Sheriff, why don't you go get yourself a quart of oil at Flo's. I'll keep an eye on him. Well, thanks, Doc. I've been feelin' a quart low. This ain't asphalt, son. This is dirt. Oh, great. What do you want? You here to gloat? You don't have three-wheel brakes, so you got to pitch it hard, (..)

(..) - Guido! Huh. That punk actually did a good job. Well, now... where the heck is he? Sheriff! Is he makin' another run for it? No, no. He ran outta asphalt in the middle of the night, and asked me if he could come down here. All he's tryin' to do is make that there turn. (..)

(..) This fax arrived an hour ago. What have you got for us? We need to find a place in the city where all five of these things intersect. Chalk, asphalt, brick dust, vegetation. What - chocolate?! I think we're looking for a disused sweet factory. We need to narrow that down. No, too general. (..)