C.A.R.R.: Hop in, Santa. We're gonna get Stroker.
Santa: What about the storm?
C.A.R.R.: I can make it, Santa.
Santa: But you don't have four wheel drive.
C.A.R.R.: No, but I'll tell you what I do have: heart.
Santa: Heart is good. Maybe if you had snow tires and heart, I'd feel safer.
C.A.R.R.: Santa, get in the damn car.
Narrator: It was true what he said. The little car had heart.
[C.A.R.R. tries to start, but the snow makes it very difficult]
Narrator: He also had four bald tires and worn out brake pads, which, under the circumstances, mattered a great deal more than heart.