One rainy evening in the L.A. basin, SoCal approach was trying to merge a bunch of traffic with wildly different airspeeds onto V23 southbound:
"Cessna Eight Eight Tango, what's your best airspeed?"
"One hundred ten knots."
SoCal (gloomy) :
"Don't be disappointed. It just means we'll get to spend more time together."
"Well, if you like me so much, Cessna Eight Eight Tango, turn left heading 090-a 360 for spacing."