“It’s all in the hair tonic. What I do, see, is lean in real close to the lady come to buy a new car, and she like gets a whiff of success, straight off the top of my head. That tonic’s $9 a bottle, and don’t think she doesn’t know it. I lean over her while she’s peering at the sticker—was my idea to bump the letters down real small, by the way—and ask, “What would it take to get you in this car today, Miss?” And she turns around to look, and as soon as I see her nose wrinkle up I know I’ve got her.”
Ewww. Perfect.