Kevyn: I'm sorry about the accident. How can we make reparation?
Rod: Just stay for a short while and speak with us.
Rod: Regale us with youthful exuberance. Humor us as we pine and wax nostalgic. Engage us in the civil pursuit of verbal intercourse.
Kevyn: We crushed the last of your females with our landing gear, and all you want is conversation?
Rod: Well, she's not going to be good for it any more, now is she?
Kevyn: You said 'Wax Nostalgic.' You didn't say 'Whine obnoxiously.'