The Wind in the Willows1983/I

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.