(Greg is out and about and spots the overturned Mustang. He pulls over and walks up to Sara- still pinned beneath it.) Greg (singing): Now that it's raining more than ever; know that we still have eachother; you can stand under my umbrella; you can stand under my umbrella; ella, ella, eh eh eh; under my umbrella; ella, ella, eh eh eh. Sara: SHUT UP! I hate that song! Greg: Fine, I'll take my umbrella elsewhere! Sara: Wait, ok come back, I'm sorry. But really? Are you just going to stand there holding an umbrella? Greg: Yep. "Ella, ella, eh eh eh." Sara: On second thought. Leave.