Ah... try adding a '0' to your Lamborghini hire cost, and I didn't think there was a Hummer Limo in Melb??
Anyway - this is a school formal, not the Oscars. Every year some kid claims to be arriving in a Countach or a helicopter or a horse or riding Falco the stupid luck-dragon from Neverending Story... and every year that same kid ends up spewing in some stranger's yard after drinking wipeout and coke and getting slapped for trying to feel-up his date.
Having a fleet of Slylines trumps any lies from your buddies. Let's just keep it at that.
And 7pm is past Snowy's bed-time, so don't get your hopes up.
BTW: Having a turd of a day so a bit grumpy. And for the record, my mum dropped me and 'date' off at my formal in the red Peugeot station wagon. Class all the way baby.