It is most certainly not a newer model—anachronistic as Laszlo's tastes are, even he can recognize that the automobile is quite old, but it was either that or a motorbike, which wasn't going to work for one big, fiery reason that spent half its time shooting death rays from the sky. He doesn't say any of this, though, for the same reason he doesn't elucidate about the windows.

He opens his mouth to answer, then stops and squints as Jack's words actually penetrate his brain. What the fuck. Honestly. "No. What."