Dick: Sally! Look at this! You shrunk my favorite pants!
Sally: No, I didn't.
Dick: Then give me one other logical explanation why they don't fit anymore.
Sally: I don't know. I mean, maybe--
Dick: Hush! Hush! [ice-cream truck music playing] Listen! Mr. Frosty Smooth! Oh, he's early today. Mr. Frosty Smooth! Mr. Frosty Smooth!