The Wind in the Willows

Toad: [flags down Reggie, the motorist] I say, I wonder if you could help me. Having a spot of bother with me car.

Reggie: Oh? Wh-wh-what sort of bother?

Toad: Um... em... it's the... uh... crankshaft... it's um... flat.

Reggie: Really? Ah ha... I should be able to fix that.

Reggie's Wife: Oh, shall I come too Reggie?

[gets out of the car]

Reggie: Uh. Wh-wh-wh-where's your machine?

Toad: [gestures to a spot behind him] Oh... it's over there. If you'd just take a look at it?

Reggie: Oh c-certainly old bean. Anything for a fellow motorist.

[as soon as they move away from their car, Mr. Toad gets in, puts it in gear and drives away]

Reggie: Oh, I say!

[they see Mr. Toad driving down the road erratically, laughing, honking the horn]

Reggie's Wife: Oh. Reggie.