The Bretts1987

Charles:
[admiring new motorcors] Wouldn't I - we cut a dash in this?

Lydia:
Yes, I can just see us, sailing grandly down Rosslyn Hill, pursued by hordes of tradesmen waving unpaid bills.

Charles:
They'd be hard-pressed to catch us in one of these. My dear Lydia, you know 'The King Shall Not Die' is doing splendidly. Despite my family's treacherous lack of confidence in my ability to fill the theatre.

Lydia:
Now, don't be so prickly, dear. More to the point is my lack of confidence in your ability to drive a motorcar.

Charles:
It wasn't my fault.

Lydia:
No, of course not, darling. The tree just leapt out in front of you. Oddly reminiscent of the climax of the Scottish play.