-A man made out of tin! And a short man with that.
-Greetings.
-Oh, what did you say?
-I said, greetings.
-Oil? You need ... oil?
-No, I do not need any oil.
-Don't you worry, I'll grab the oil can for you.
-Please, don't.
-There you go, oil for your rusted joints, wonderous tin man!
-My name is Gideon and ... by the creators, please, no more oil.
-What? More oil? But indeed-hey! Come back tin man! There is still oil left!