Along Flirtatious Lane

Lady Mishap: Its a rip-roaring car this Roger.
Lord Romper(The Romper): Why, thank you.
Lady Mishap: You four alright squeezed together in the back?
Darling Bell: Having a whale of a time trying to retain our snoods at the speed we're romping
along at.
Lady Mishap: Well, good to know you're occupied. Now, Samuel, don't go flirting with the three
lovely ladies behind my back will you.
Lord Slimly: I'd find it difficult being perfectly jammed in here.
Lady Mishap: We'll have to rename you Hartleys. Just as well you're slim tho.
Lord Slimly: Yes, tho I'm quite paying for the woman's curves I so covet right now.
Harmony of Hinterburne: I'll have you know I'm a regular regular where I come from.
Lady Slush: And I suffer in comparrison against your emaciated aspect Lord Slimly.
Lord Slimly: Well, just as well I am skeletal or this door would come clean off.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Hand tight! Here comes a bend!
Lady Mishap: Oh, how kind of you for the warning.
Lord Romper (The Romper): Not really, I'm really warning I like to take bends fast.
Lady Mishap: Weeeeeeeeeh.
Darling Bell: Yee-ah.
Lady Slush: Aah.
Harmony of Hinterburne: Uh?
Lord Slimly: Ugh.
Lady Mishap: Hah, looks like Slimly's got even slimmer.
Lord Romper (The Romper): You say bad things about him so much it makes me think you're
in love with him.