Ava: You doing your taxes? You know you can claim stray cats as dependents?
Melissa: [scoffs] Taxes. People still doing that? No, I'm trying to crunch the numbers on my fantasy football squad to find out why Mr. Johnson beat me. It was that damn Garoppolo. That's the last time I draft based on hotness. [Mr. Johnson enters and looks in the trash can] What are you doing? You already took that.
Mr. Johnson: Looking for your fantasy football team, 'cause it's trash.
Ava: Well, now you about to face me in the finals, and I do not respect my elders.
Mr. Johnson: [whistling]
Ava: There's only two things I'm scared of... Facing Mr. Johnson and having to kill my granny during the zombie apocalypse.