Vinny: Hey, need a lift?
Stacy: Vinny! What are you doing here?
Vinny: I was just driving around the neighborhood. Last night I did something– Look, it’s like this. It’s Christmas Day, I’m sitting around my house, right, I’m all alone. . .so, uh, I hop in the limo. . .24 hours later, I wind up in Chicago. And I say to myself, Vincent, where the hell you going? That’s when it hits me. . .I’m coming to see you.
Stacy: You drove all that way just to see me?
Vinny: Hey, only 4 days and, what, 18 speeding tickets.