“I need some smokes before we go to Kentons”
“Well, you’re gonna have to step on it, we’re late as it is.”
“It’s all right, I’ll make haste.”

Driving onto the gravel road from their driveway, Max stepped on it, spitting gravel as he ripped out of the driveway in his little Ford Ranger.

Pleased with his reckless driving, Max turned to his brother and said “See all the haste we’re making?”. Bill, his older more learned brother, turned around in a jovial manner “Yup, that sure is a lot of haste.”

They continued to make haste for about a kilometer to the highway.

“All right Max, let’s make some serious haste on the highway all right?”
“I donno Bill, I’d have to go pretty fast to make haste on the highway. We would have to make pavement haste.”
“Burning down the highway at 120 seems pretty hasty to me…”
“But there isn’t any dust or nothing behind us.”
“Wait, you think that haste is kicked up dust?”
“Well… yeah.”

Yet again, Bill burst out laughing at his brothers use of words he doesn’t understand.