At a race shop somewhere in North Carolina...
"Smith, get in here."
"I assume you know you are the team manager."
"And as such you are responsible for all elements of the team, including how its members conduct themselves."
"Then could you kindly explain why the Clark County Sheriffs Department has had me on speed dial ever since the team arrived in Las Vegas?"
"I was unaware..."
"What's more, they've been calling me non-stop for the past five days. Before we get into the details, care to explain why the team went there so early?"
"Well, sir, since this is the first race this season at a speedway, and with the new car configuration, I thought it'd be best to get a head start on things..."
"So much so that the team left from Phoenix for Vegas a third of a way into the Phoenix race? You know our driver had to do the final four pit stops by himself, right?"
"I was wondering why they were so slow."
"Well, I'm not. And apparently neither is the team. Taking the race car out for a spin?"
"Well, sir, you know what great publicity it is to have the car out on public streets..."
"The car was doing 170 miles per hour on the Strip at 3 AM. Which, I might add, is the best time it's clocked this year."
"Yes, and look at all the publicity we got as a result!"
"And all the bail I've had to pay. Plus repairs for damages when one or more of your jokers decided to do a burnout."
"Well, sir, out on the street..."
"The car was in the hotel lobby at the time."
"And would you care to explain why Circus Circus is threatening a lawsuit?"
"I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding..."
"You define parading elephants through the casino as a misunderstanding?"
"Um... they were taking a short cut to the performance area?"
"The only performance here is you pretending this is acceptable. And let's not forget the expense account. $237,926.58 at the Wanda LaLustee Review?"
"Er... the dinner tab was a bit high there..."
"The crew chief bought a round."
"Well, sir, you can hardly blame him for spreading good will..."
"For everyone going to the race on Sunday?"
"Well, we ran out of t-shirts to hand out."
"You're going to need a hand out for your next meal after I'm through. Anything you have to say in your defense before I throw you out of here?"
"Um... here's your ticket to Vegas, sir."
"Well, what are we doing wasting time here? Get the car! Vegas, baby! WHOOO!"