Jill: It's a ticket that you got while joy-riding with your quote "mechanic."
Tim: This is ridiculous. It was a slow yellow. The brakes are bad. How can I get a ticket for this?
Jill: Will you forget about the ticket? Who is the woman? And why is your hand on her breast?
Tim: This is my mechanic, Alex. My hand is not on her breast. It's guarding it.
Jill: What?
Antonio: And may I say what a fine job it's doing.