He: “The bastards did it. They dropped the bomb, the Twitter bomb. It seared the land until dirt burned like cornbread stuffing in a Swanson’s TV dinner. Dead tweets fall from the sky like black snow. The only survivors are me, my Buick, and Ro Khanna.” 1954 Buick Special.
He: “Why all this fuss over pilgrims? DeSoto was here eighty years earlier!” She: “Please DO NOT bring this up at the table. You know how Mother feels about papists.” 1929 DeSoto.
She: “I gather by the gigantic Chrysler parked in the middle of the room that Trump is back.” He: “It’s an Imperial ma’am. Calling it a Chrysler makes Melania turn into She-Hulk.” 1959 Imperial LeBaron Southampton.