My memories of 1980's Jags go something like this.
"Do you smell something burning?"
"I do, I definitely smell something burning."
"I'm going to pull off at the next exit"
"Is that smoke coming out from under the hood? You should pull over here"
"Holy shit, I think the engine is on fire. My mom is going to kill me!"
"Dude, get out of the car right now!"
"My mother is going to kill me!"
"It's not your fault that her car caught on fire, you didn't do anything wrong."
"Does taking her car out when she told me not to constitute something wrong?"
"You're right. You are dead."
"These are the best traveled nuts on d-90 . . ." ABrooks