Break the f***ing machine. Let me tell you something. I met animals at the zoo that smelled better than that a**hole. It ain't funny. You sit in the car with them with the windows rolled up. My eyes were watering. What is your phone number? My phone number is 686-1-4. Okay. And your name? My name's Seymour Skinner. S as in smelly, K-I-N as in nasal abuse, E as in... Oh, God, it stinks, and R as in wretched. What were you doing at the airport? What the hell business is that of yours? I should have been buying one of those little pine tree air fresheners for the driver. So what do you want me to do for you today? I want a check for my medical expenses, and I want a friendly smile and an apology. Okay. I have to investigate this, and I'll get back to you. That investigation will take 20 seconds. Go smell the cabs. Yeah, all I have to do is, you know, find which driver. I want you to apologize to me right now. Huh? I want your apology. I don't even know if you're lying to me. Who the hell would make up something like this? We live in a dangerous world out there. Dangerous for passengers without a can of Lysol in their luggage. Yeah. You didn't even tell me your name. I don't even know who I'm talking to. You want to know my name? Yeah, I want to know your name. My name is Jack. Oh, I see how this is going to be. Oh, my God. Well, if your name is Jack, then let me just say this. You've just been phone scammed, Jack.