"Here!" The guy holds a piece of paper and a pen out the window. He wants an autograph at 35 miles an hour. Stranger still, Mullin is going to give it to him.
"Get a little closer to this guy, will ya?" Mullin yells to the driver, who, ignoring every sensible bone in his body, nudges the limo closer. Mullin reaches out, grabs the pen and paper, signs and gives them back.
That, though, is not enough.
"C'mon, man!" Mickey screams. "Don't you want these speakers?"
Mullin shakes his head no.
"C'mon, man! You got tons of cash! These are kick-ass!"
Mullin shakes his head again.
"C'mon, get on the car phone! Two hundred! Call 555-3781, we'll talk!"
"Pull over! I'll put 'em in your trunk! I sold Hakeem Olajuwon three pair of these last month!"