Christ almighty

"Right." said Mike French. "You're about to start up, what should you
do?" Andy Christ scratched his chin excitedly, banged on the
dashboard of the starbug. "Oh, I know this one, I know it... uh,
mirror, signal, manouver?" French rolled his eyes. "You just don't
get it, do you? How many times do you have to be told, you put your
seatbelt on first, THEN you check the mirrors? I don't know why I
bother, Christ. You realise that if you don't buck up your ideas
you'll be stuck as an engineer forever?" He scrawled something on his
notepad. "But I'm not going to waste any more time, I'll just put you
down as a pass. Right, if you would like to slowly take her up,
then..."
Christ interrupted him. "Take her up where?" He was met with a blank
stare from French. "What?" was his simple reply. "Take who, up
where?" French let the clipboard fall to the floor, before himself
slouching forward, exasperated. "We'll come back tomorrow, shall we
Andy? Maybe you'll have evolved intelligence by then."