TOM： Why don't you watch where you're going？
CARL： Me？ You're the one who pulled out in front of me！
TOM： There was plenty of room for me to pull out.
You didn't have to stay in the lane you were in.
CARL： Hey， listen. I had every right to stay in the lane I was in.
You were supposed to wait until I passed to pull out.
And anyhow， you didn't give me any time to change lanes.
All of a sudden——BANG——there you are right in front of me.
TOM： I think my arm is broken.
CARL： Sorry about your arm， but it serves you right.
You need to learn how to drive.
You're lucky you didn't get killed. And I'm lucky to be alive too.
TOM： Listen， let's just wait until the police get here.
Then we can decide whose fault this accident was.
CARL： Fine with me. I know the laws of the road. I'm not worried.
TOM： I have a cell phone in my car. Now it's probably on the floor on the passenger side.
Why don't you get it for me， and then I can call the police？
TOM： It doesn't work. It looks like it's broken.
I need to get to a hospital. You should drive me there.
CARL： Oh， yeah？
It's better if we make a police report first. Then you can go to the hospital.
TOM： Damn it！ I'm injured here. We could wait all day for the police.
CARL： Well， you'll just have to wait.
I'm not going to move my car until the police arrive.
I'll go into one of those houses over there and use their phone.
Don't worry. You'll get to the hospital in time.
TOM： It really hurts.
CARL： Yes， maybe it does.
But if you're going to drive like you did just now，
you will have to get used to a little physical pain. You know what I mean？
TOM： To hell with you. The accident was your fault.
CARL： I'm afraid it wasn't.
And when the police get here， you will also see that it wasn't.
But enough of this bickering. I'm going to go find a phone.
Don't move that arm while I'm gone. Alright？
TOM： To hell with you.