Woman: [to the clerk] I got this toaster for my son for Christmas yesterday, but it has some writing on it.
Marie: Oh, are you exchanging that?
Woman: No, I wouldn't dream of exchanging it. I got it for my son. What sort of mother would I be?
Marie: Well, I would exchange it because look at that stupid writing on it.
Woman: Oh, but I love it. The store just got the names wrong. Could you change the names to June, Harvey Bobby...
Marie: You see, this toaster's from my Raymond. Look here. Look, I'll show you. Here he is. Look, see. And there's Michael and Geoffrey and Ally and... I don't have a picture of Debra. Just give me that toaster, please.
Woman: No, it's my son's.
Marie: But it's my son. He needs me to have a toaster.
Clerk: Security! [crashing sounds]
Frank: [o.s.] Stupid stinking hump!
Woman: Hey!
Marie: Try a coffee machine.