"Dad, I don't think the engine should be held on by used chewing gum," Chris had worried, staring at the rattling hunk of metal they’d salvaged from a discarded woodchipper.
"See, Chris? That’s what happens when you use quality adhesives." [S8E2] A La Cart
"Ready to eat my dust, Peter?" Joe shouted over the roar of the engines, his jaw set in that permanent state of intensity. "Dad, I don't think the engine should be
"The only thing I’m eating today is victory, Joe! And maybe a churro if the guy comes back around," Peter shot back. "The only thing I’m eating today is victory, Joe
"Nonsense, Chris! That’s Grade-A Hubba Bubba. It’s the carbon fiber of the candy world," Peter replied, wiping grease onto his white shirt.
Peter sat on the bare asphalt, clutching the bumper car steering wheel, a look of pure triumph on his face. He looked at Chris, who was covered in soot and shaking.