Mila is trying her best to the poor, little Cutlass. She has it in the grass, parking brake on and off, dropping it into gear at times at high RPM, she just has it in for this car, administering her punishment through her ripe, bare feet that had been in Sperrys all day long without socks, trying to get those tires to spin. By the time she is done, the coolant is boiling over and steaming.