Synopsis: Having observed that her old beater won't start, Elly unhinges her jaw and yells at it for failing to start when she needs it most. She then realizes that she's yelling at her carr like she's yelling at her own kids and also going nowhere.
Summary: Yelling at a car is futile. So is yelling at kids when you don't really back it up. This is lost on Elly because she's a brainless frump.