— Boy, you're good. You are mind-blowingly duplicitous. How do you do it? You just tear things... You're a triple impostor. I've never seen anything like you. Is there anything real about you? Do you even speak Latin?
— Fallaces sunt rerum species.
— Which means? Wait. What? What did you just say?
— It means you can either drive yourself home or I can have you collected.
— You're good!