Andy: I said nothing's wrong with this car! I'm tightening up the steering, I'll fix the clutch, I'll even get you some of those fuzzy dice you hang from the rear-view mirror.
Porsche: No, no, I don't mean that. I mean... I mean the curse.
Andy: Oh, you... you think you're going to be having your period during the race or something? I know women get irritable...
Porsche: No, no, no. I mean... the curse of Porsche.