Martin: Daph, did you get my shirt back from the cleaners?
Daphne: It's in your room. I laundered it myself. There's no sense paying for dry-cleaning a work shirt.
Martin: Well, yes there is. I told you, they make us buy them ourselves. They cost a lot of money, you know. And I have to go all the way down to the uniform supply house and you can't park there because of all the construction that's... [the cuff beeps and inflates again] No, no, no! No, wait, wait, wait. Damn it all to hell!