"Anyway, it's nice sitting here," Wig said.
"I wonder who it belongs to?" Pee-wee said. "I bet it belongs to a rich millionaire."
"Yes, or a poor one," Connie said. "There's only one thing I don't like about this Pierce-Arrow, and that's that I don't own it. Otherwise, it's all right."
"There's one thing I don't like about it," I said.
"You're crazy!" Pee-wee shouted. "What don't you like about a Pierce-Arrow?"
"One great objection," I said.
"You must be crazy," he yelled. "You can bet I haven't got any objections to a Pierce-Arrow."
"That's because you're not as honest as I am," I said.
"Who? Me?" he hollered.
"The only thing I have against this machine is that it's stolen," I said. "I'm funny that way."