Quote #12: "Would it help if I got out and pushed?" "It might." The Empire Strikes Back (1980)

"Would it help if I got out and pushed?" Beamon asked nervously.

"It might!" Lee snapped.

"Look, Stetson, it wasn't my idea to be paired up with you tonight," Beamon replied with a heavy sigh. He looked out the passenger window, the rain pelting the glass before running down quickly.

Lee gave him an angry stare before he said, "And it wasn't my idea to chase the suspects down this road in the middle of a torrential rain storm, now was it?"

"Hey, I didn't know we were going to slide off the road into this ditch either," Beamon countered.

"I said we should back off before things escalated, but NOOOOO, you insisted we follow them," Lee's voice rose.

Beamon turned to face Lee in the small space, "And who didn't call for back up an hour ago?"

"We didn't need back up an hour ago! Nothing was happening. We were sitting tight, just watching the club. Exactly what Billy told us to do," Lee insisted.

"And when did you start doing what Mr. Melrose tells you to do?" Beamon mocked.

"When did I… Are you trying to say this is my fault?" Lee erupted.

Beamon folded his arms across his chest and grunted, "You're the driver. If the shoe fits."

"Get out!" Lee shouted. "Get out before I shoot you!"

"You can't be serious?" Beamon's mouth dropped.

The muscle in Lee's jaw twitched wildly. "Get out now, get my car out of this ditch before they find your body in it!" Lee snapped.

Beamon scrambled for the door handle and stepped out into the pouring rain. He looked skyward then back into the car to look at Lee. Lee just glared at him as the rain quickly soaked through his shirt. "Stetson, can't we just call…" Beamon whined.

Lee reached inside his jacket and unholstered his gun and aimed it at Beamon. "Push!"

Beamon slammed the door and slid down the muddy slope of the ditch. He planted his feet and began to push the front end of the car as Lee slowly depressed the gas pedal. Mud flew all around him as the car slowly inched its way backward out of the ditch. When the car finally cleared the top and was back on the solid tar of the street, Beamon opened the car door to climb back inside.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lee shouted at Beamon's muddy state.

"I'll pay for the detailing," Beamon snapped as he settled into the passenger seat under Lee's angry gaze.