Usual disclaimers apply.
"Sorry, Lisbon. I'm not going to join you."
"You'd best have a damned good reason, Jane."
It's Betsy. She's sick. And I don't know what's wrong yet."
He pats the blue Citroen affectionately.
"Betsy? Oh you mean that unreliable death trap of yours."
"Lisbon! That's just cruel. No need to get jealous now dear."
Lisbon's strangled grunt is loud in his ear.
"And, for the record, Lisbon, Betsy is not unreliable. She's been out of sorts just twice in the ten years you've known me. Can't say that about the two SUVs that you've gone through, can we?"