Michelin Woman: Mitch, sweetie, could you rub some lotion on me? Nothing worse than the smell of burnt rubber, right, sweetheart? Mitch?
His name isn’t Mitch… it’s Bibendum.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibendum
His name isn’t Mitch… it’s Bibendum.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibendum