Keep in mind, Veronica dear, that I bought you another car in a fit of extreme generosity, coupled with a desire to reduce the absurd amount of whining I have to put up with around here, and that I can repossess it at any time I decide to, should I fear that you might damage it beyond repair in which case I should lose my investment, as it were. You have the keys. You do not have the ownership papers.
If you had just run OVER the bloody dog and the old fool who was walking it across a public thoroughfare, and if had you not been exceeding the posted speed limit by a factor of 3 X, in which case you could have probably avoided them without putting the car in the Thames, well, then you would not now be needing a second Porsche, would you? And I would not be out an obscene amount of cash which I can think of better uses for.
Yellow Porsches do not grow on trees. Neither is my patience inexhaustible.