Why Lance, You are obviously a product of poor breeding. My beloved Bimmer NOT have a clearcoat? (snork) Oh, you're from Texas! (smirk) Well Lance, perhaps we might be compelled to forgive you your sacrelage just this once...(retying sweater sleeves around neck) after all, Texans drive LTDs...(sipping Chardonnay, pinky extended to display pinky ring)
Lance, let me explain the relationship between a well bred man and his BMW. (taps cellphone on belt, smirking) You see Lance, I love my BMW as much as a FDB loves his inflatable sheep. (nods head, satisified at how well he can relate to a non-BMW driving lowbred like Lance) See Lance, my BMW IS me. I am my BMW. (shrugging) Without my BMW I'm nothing. It's Zen, Lance...it's Zen.