Forgetful Gil is Going to Buy a Car

Mary: All right, Gil: go down to the corner store, and buy a Ford Taurus. Got it?
Gil: Ford Taurus. Got it. (Mary pins a cheque to Gil’s cardigan, and he walks down the street.)
Gil: (thinking to himself) Ford Taurus… Ford Taurus…. Four Taurus… Four Torus… Fort Orus… Fore… Ortus? Tortoise? For tort is? Oh, goodness Gil, you’ve done it again! All right, just play it cool. I’ll just buy the… the fork porpoise and get out.
Car Salesman: Good afternoon, sir. Have your eye on anything?
Gil: Um… yes. I’ll take one… forp orpiz, please.
Car Salesman: A which?
Gil: I mean, a foe porpisis. In red.
Car Salesman: Sorry?
Gil: Oh, Christ… a foripisus? A foiripi- ciphus? Yes! A foie gras Sisyphus!
Car Salesman: I’m afraid we don’t have any of that, sir, but we do have an affordable Ford Taurus.
Gil: Yes! That’s it! I’ll take one of those! (tears the cheque from his cardigan and shoves it in the car salesman’s face.)
Car Salesman: (reading the cheque) I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t accept this.
Gil: (takes back the cheque and begins to read it) “Gil… if you ever read this, you will know that I have left you for another man. He’s not great, but he is able to remember more than two words at the same time. Goodbye, Mary.” Huh. Well, I guess this means I don’t have to buy that damn Fort Toast Blaster.