Frank: Hey, Ray. The rat go home?
Ray: Rat?
Frank: Yeah, I heard your mother giving a lesson to one of her piano rats. I was hiding out.
Ray: Yeah, the rat went home.
Frank: Jeezaloo, I hate the sound of a kid on that thing. I'm going to chop it into kindling and put a big vibrating chair right there.
Ray: Yeah, that'll sound better. You bouncing around in a chair.