And I'd like to leave my 1972 Gran Torino to...
...my friend... Thao Vang Lor. On the condition that you don't chop-top the roof like one of those beaners, don't paint any idiotic flames on it like some white trash hillbilly, and don't put a big, gay spoiler on the rear end like you see on all the other zipperheads' cars. It just looks like hell. If you can refrain from doing any of that... it's yours.
If you're a man who's getting up there in age, you're probably reading this by accident. But while we have you, let's take a few pages from ODH (Old Dirty Harry) on how to effectively be a grumpy old man badass. Quite honestly, that's the only kind of old man I want to be.
