Any good news?

They came pouring in.

Unless they change the oil.

I was changing the oil.

The crowd rushed to the exit.

Oh, no, we can't. Well, we'd be swamped.

And all come rushing here?

Orders for the book poured in.

I can see that... a couple of mai tais,

Marriage proposals flooded in.

(Laughter)

Which leaves the ferries with 30,000 ready to board.

The newly opened Visitor Healing Centers are drawing huge crowds.

INAUDIBLE check the oil.

To the right!

Gauge... brakes... BRAKES!

The teacher was deluged with questions.

The crowd pressed toward the gate.

Everything's fine. Oil's okay.

The boys rushed for the door at the same time.

There was a mad rush toward the exit.

Obviously a key man. Water and oil okay?

The 1200 building is Medley Industrial and Sanko Oil.

The office is flooded with fan letters for him.

I am afraid it can't cope with the influx of data at light speed, Dave.

Unless they change the oil.

But I still fill it with gas and give it oil from time to time.

And they did.

It might have an effect on the oil light and on the gas gauge, but it won't really affect the oil you measure with the dipstick.

Shall I check the oil?

A new oil tanker was launched.

This oil bath is going to feel so good.

There's been a flood of inquiries about the accident.

A ship which conveys oil is called an oil tanker.

A ship that transports oil is called an oil tanker.

People thought, Oh, my God.

Oil's leaking from the rear main seal. We just blew a head gasket.

I'm working on some fresh oil drops that were found near the tire tracks.

Within a week, 150,000 letters poured in from all over the country.

You see I don't know it has a big random pool of I can't draw oil because oil is black on a blackboard.

What, are you fucking delivering cannolis or something?

We're receiving reports from all across the globe.

Excuse me, please check the oil.

Would you check the oil, please?

Getting oiled, most likely.