Mary: You got a letter.
Dick: Really?
Mary: From the I.R.S.
Dick: Oh, great! It's probably my check. I took a second pass on my return, and it turns out I don't owe anything.
Mary: It doesn't look like a check.
Dick: Well, it can't be a birthday card. My birthday isn't for months. "Notice of audit"? What's an audit?
Lucy: Oh, boy. An audit. You are so screwed.
Dick: Mary, she's scaring me.