Jerry and Lance sit in a fairly deserted hotel lobby at three in the morning. They spent the night at a bar across the street. They are in town for a self-help seminar on increasing your luck, which is a scam.
Jerry: Hey, buddy, did you see that Transformers movie? You know, Dark of the Moon. It was pretty good, you know.
Lance: You mean “Darkside of the Moon.
Jerry: Nah, that’s not what I meant. No side in it. So did you see it? Lots of people seeing it.
Lance: Eh, I’m not into cars, really. I take public transportation, ride my bike or walk. Not really that into cars.
Jerry: Man, it’s not about the cars. Yeah, they’re cars, but you’re missing the whole point. They are giant robots! They fight each other!
Lance: Eh, they’re cars. I’m just not interested.
Jerry: I...I just...don’t understand. It’s robots...they fight. It has nothing to do with cars.
Lance: Yeah it does. The robots are cars. People drive them. Then they turn into robots, which is fine and all, but they’re still cars. I don’t like cars.
Jerry: All right. I’m going to bed. See you at the seminar tomorrow.