'Yeah. Ain't no use sitting on yer arse, is there?'

Except when he is sitting on his arse. But he only does that when there's nothing else to do.

The car door is opened once more and left ajar for her but there's no danger of him letting her behind the wheel just yet.

'Righ' then,' he says, once he's behind the wheel. 'I'm no' lettin' a Yankee bird loose on my streets withou' knowin' some basics first.'

He points at the steering wheel.

'Tha's the steering wheel. Now 'old on.'

He fires it up and hits the accelerator again, screeching off to find somewhere less populated to do this.