“Are we there yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Are we nearly near there yet?”
“Not yet, Sammy.”
“My puppy doesn’t like cabs.”
“I’m very sorry to hear that, Mrs Rafaat. But as it is, your puppy is sitting on my left foot, which may yet get gangrene. So really I think we’re all suffering here.”
“My puppy doesn’t like leaving the centre of London. He gets all pensive, don’t you? Yes, you do! Yes, you dooooo!”
“Think of this as an exciting adventure.”
“Are we there yet?!”
“No, Sammy, shut up!”
“You can’t talk to me like that, I’m the second greatest shaman who’s ever lived!”
“And we’re the blue electric angels, and we’re getting really, really annoyed.”
“Are you the blue electric angels, Mr Swift?”
“So it would appear.”
“That must be very uncomfortable.”
“We manage, Mrs Rafaat.”