Some kind of a white convertible.

Johnny, follow that dark roadster over there.

Light gray Dodge convertible wanted.

She sure took off with that convertible fella.

Be on the lookout for a stolen light gray Dodge convertible.

1961 Moskvich hardtop convertible... twotoned.

Just wait till they see you drivin' up and down the street with the top down.

Oh sure, Society . She always comes in alone. Drives a big convertible, wears a mink coat, knows everybody.

Two old ladies sitting back to back in an open streetcar like those in San Francisco.

And they're now fully capable of handling any of the loads you would see in flight just like putting down your convertible top.

I'd rather be one of those guys shows up around 10 00 in the morning after having a big argument with himself over whether he'll drive the station wagon today or the convertible.

Out of your jacket.

No jacket?

Master, the caravan from Antioch.

Straight to the top on the Sharon Falconer Express!

I removed the microphone from that, and then just pinched that like I just made a clip out of the microphone and clipped that to a piece of paper, any paper that you found around.

Take off his jacket.

Whose jacket is it?

My jacket. lt's warm.

Hand me my jacket.

Cruising random city streets, rocking a drop top Cadillac with a big backseat, packing like 13 brown paper Walmart bags full of loaded mockingbirds, and I'll get everybody.

So I'm sitting here looking at the next two decades of my life, this chasm of happiness that we're driving our proverbial convertible straight into.

This jacket, as a matter of fact.

This is one of the jackets you grew?

When I saw that red jacket, I thought....

In that tweed jacket. Yeah.

Yes, he was the only one was wearing a leather jacket.

Asha, pass the jacket to the plaintiff.

Certain. He was the only one of us wearing a battle dress jacket.

Wearing the same jacket, like you are.

He saw a figure in a leather jacket.

Take the jacket off. I'll put a bandage on it.

Khaki jacket. Number 15 was wearing at the time.

Is there anything at all about the jacket that might indicate its ownership?

Apart from the fact that it belonged to a Major in the British Army.

May I be permitted to examine my jacket again?

We need quilted pants like airmen.

So the color in this jacket is coming purely from green tea.

Tom hung his jacket in the hall closet.

I'll pay. Lowers the cuffs and closes the jacket, David.

To hell with formalities. Get ready.

Adrien, would you get my jacket?

And so you loaned her the jacket. Yes.

I ripped off his leather jacket and changed it for my battle dress.

A tent on the new pier in Odessa is the final resting place for Vakulinchuk.