Wilson: Hidy, hither and yon, good neighbors. How fare ye this glorious eve?
Jill: How fare we? We fare fine. How fare ye?
Wilson: Well, Tim, I've got an hour before the Renaissance Faire. How would you like to go ahead and show me the finer points of the Studebaker?
Jill: Oh, great idea! I've always said that there's nothing better for companionship than a car.
Tim: When have you ever said that?
Jill: Tim, why don't you take Wilson in the garage and show him how fulfilling his life will be now that he's sharing it with an automobile?
Tim: Ah, got ya. Yeah. Come hither. We will repair to my repair shop.
Wilson: Verily, sire. Lead on, MacTim.