Ray: I'd ask how your day was but I just walked past 500 pounds of bad day on the couch.
Debra: Yeah. And your father was in our yard today with his metal detector.
Ray: Aw, you're kidding. Did he dig again?
Debra: Yep, four-foot hole. Found a nickel.
Ray: I should sprinkle a roll of quarters out there. He'll dig us a pool.