"Did my car pass?" "Which car is yours?" "The red Fiesta, over there." "I'm afraid not, madam."
"What's wrong?" "Well, your grankel shaft is cracked and the foo foo sprocket is completely shot." "That sounds bad, how much will it cost?" "About two grand."
"Two thousand pounds!" "Old cars, you see."
"I'll just get my boyfriend, he used to be a mechanic but now he's a professional boxer, he'll know what you're talking about." 'Boyfriend' is six feet five and built like a truck.
"How much did you say it would cost again?" "Call it two hundred quid all in."