Scene: Traffic. Hay and Poppy are travelling behind some POS convertible mini car that wreaks of gasoline and has had its right turn blinker on for the last half mile while its driver obliviously keeps turning his balding head toward the side of the road to look at scenery.
Poppy says: Hey Mid Life Crisis, turn your fucking blinker off!
Mid Life Crisis responds: *oblivious*
At least I tried.