“Prepare to turn right at the roundabout in 300 metres.”
“OK. Thanks. Glad you know where we are.”
“In one hundred metres turn right at the roundabout, taking the third exit onta garble ord.”
“Did you say onta? And ord? What happened to your posh accent?”
“Turn right at the roundabout, taking the third exit onta garble ord.”
“You are not very good at pronouncing Australian street names”.
“Then you should have chosen the Australian voice”.
“I like your English accent. Except I have noticed you say ‘onta’ instead of ‘on to’ and ‘ord’ because I assume you are trying to say ‘Rd.’ Just trifling matters really”.
“You are exceeding the speed limit.”
So is ev’ry other fucker on this stretch of road. And don’t change the subject. We were talking about elocution.”
“There is no call for vulgarity”.
“Is that the battery? Damn! I didn’t charge it… Lara?
“Dead. Damn… Ah well I guess that proves you are not in my head”.