[They were already at a stop light and he continues hearing the guy jeering at them. Van takes a deep breath before finally pushing his anger aside.]

--Ugh! Fine, fine. I've got better things to do here than waste time with some punk.

[While it hurts his pride, he'll let that anger simmer before it takes control of him. The so-called punk still has some words to say... Van decides to pull down his window for some words of wisdom here.]

Awww... What's wrong? You're gonna chicken out, old man? Bet you couldn't outdo me!

... Listen, kid. Here's a friendly ol' suggestion. If I were you, I wouldn't be picking fights out on the road. You've got a real beauty of a car there, so don't let it go to waste.

Oh, you're just acting all cool now! I'll show you what's what!

[The moment that the light goes green, the punk goes racing off... But what follows is the sounds of police sirens in the distance. Meanwhile, Van decides to calmly keep driving forward.]

Well, it'll be the police's job to put him in his place and not mine. I did warm him not to pick fights.