"Hey, we're right near Quelenna's place, why don't I run over and make a call to her from the ol' payphone we just past?" suggested Harth, "She could come over and give us a tow."  "Great idea" retorted Krik, "and maybe we can con her into fixin' the steerin' linkage.  She's good at doin' that kind of stuff."

"Couldja give us a tow pleez?"