[What does he think? Guy looks at the cars before him, at the rusted frames and the parts laying around. He looks at the shabby assortment before him, and it's like a mother proudly gazing upon her children as they prepare for their first day of school.]

These are wonderful! [He's already moving to take a look at the closest one. Its exterior isn't in the best state--in fact, some of the paint flakes off as he raises its hood--but appearances aren't what concerns Guy. It's what's on the inside.] I mean, they could use some fixing up but man! I didn't think a shabby place like this would have this kinda stuff.