Carla: Hey, Rebecca, Lud is trying to raise money for his class trip. Now, how many chocolate bars do you want?
Rebecca: I think you're taking advantage of us.
Carla: Oh, Lud, Miss Howe doesn't want to buy any candy. Why don't you go into your sales pitch?
[Lud folds his arms, turns away from Rebecca and holds his breath]
Rebecca: It's not gonna work, Lud. You can breathe now. Okay, fine. I am just gonna go about my work as usual. [whistling] All right, fine! Five bars! [Ludlow sputters]
Carla: Isn't he great, you know? He helped knock 500 bucks off the price of our last car. Remember that, Lud?
Ludlow: Part of it.