Insufferable

“We was sitting around jawing and somebody says what would you buy if you won the lotto,” Neils said.
“Were,” Johann corrected.
“Huh?” Neils said.
“We were sitting….” Not “We was sitting….”
“Well ‘scuse me all to hell. So I says I’d buy me a new car—big old Cadillac maybe--.”
“Said.”
“So I said—I says—dammit, Johnny, shut yer flap! I’m trying to say a story here!”
“Tell,” Johann muttered to the next table, at which sat an old lady reading. She smirked without looking up.
“Oh yeah? Well now, Mister Prissy-pants, what would you buy if you win?” Satisfied he had shifted the scrutiny, Neils sat back smugly.
“Won. I suppose I would buy a new car also.”