O: "Match Racing in the Low Lands, in December? Are you nuts?"
J: "Of course, everybody who's doing Match Racing has a loose screw, didn't you know that?"
O: "You're having me on" sigh: "I can tell by that crooked smile on you face"
J: "No, I'm not, I'm going Match Racing this Christmas, as soon as my boats arrive"
O: "Boats? Now you have lost me completely"
J: "Yes, I"ve ordered four, with four red marks and a lake...."
O: I'm giving up, what the H are you talking about?
J: "You can play too, come round, have a drink and I'll race you."
"Here, have a look:"