matt borland wrote:

Sultan: You will not help me find this man?  As he slanders me he
slanders you, my friend.

Luca: Friend ... yes.  Well, I have received complete files on this
person myself, and while your paranoid highness may think otherwise, to
me it appears that he is nothing more than the usual American raving
lunatic, if a quite well-spoken one.  Completely harmless.  And, might I
say with all due respect, more likely to drive such a car as the FXX
'con brio' than one of the underlings in your garage washing it for the
twelfth time in a week.  And the other one who pushes the car a few feet
every fortnight to avoid flat-spotting our precious Bridgestone racing
tires.

Sultan: Perhaps in your country that is racing.  In my country camels
jockey with much more aplomb.

Luca: I do not have to shovel after my vehicles when the race is over,
highness.  Perhaps you would do better to begin a relationship with
Marcos?  I hear they have a new <cough> supercar.  Perhaps they would
provide you with seven, each with it's own custom colored screen for the
electronic Koran.

Sultan: <Sigh>.  I already have twelve, but we went with the eletric
Kama Sutra instead.  The muslim life is so restrictive.  I am sorry, my
Italian maestro.  Perhaps we could instead add another FXX to my order;
my brother Jefri has been released from prison and he needs something to
get to and from meetings with his parole officer.  That one I would like
in purple, with zebra stripes and an interior made of green, scented mink.

Luca:  You are an abomination, sent from hell to torment fine automakers
for all eternity. <pause> Go ahead and make that check out with today's
date.  I'll hold it till you give the wink.

M