Scene: Pablo's garage. An Indian guy stands in the body shop, facing the mechanic.

Text:
Mechanic: There you go, my friend. Your elephant is as good as new.
Mechanic: The back end is a little higher than the front, but it is drivable.
The mechanic holds up some alien looking hairy object.
Mechanic: This was lodged in the elephant's esophagus. You can take it home. We don't need it.
Mechanic: What you think, amigo? Everything good?
Indian: Uhhhh...