Jill: If I get this job, not only will I get to work with Dr. Matthews, but my name will be on a research paper.
Patty: [siren wailing] I hate to tell you, but your name is also gonna be on a speeding ticket.
Jill: Oh, no! I can't believe this. I have never gotten a ticket.
Police Officer: Good evening, ma'am. May I please see your driver's license and registration?
Jill: Oh, yes, sir. Absolutely, sir. [Patti chuckles as Jill bends over to grabs her purse from the backseat] It's here somewhere. Let me see. Uh, glasses, uh, hair brush, coupons, uh... Tic Tac?
Police Officer: Just the license and registration.
Patty: Uh, I'll have a Tic Tac.
Police Officer: Ma'am, I clocked you at 75 miles an hour. The maximum speed limit is 65.
Jill: I understand, officer. I am so sorry. I never speed. It's just I was so excited about this job interview I just came from. If I get this job, my name will be on a research paper on the effects of adolescent anti-social behavior on inner-family dynamics. But I guess you've heard that story a thousand times.
Police Officer: Just tonight.
Jill: Officer, um, I know this isn't standard procedure, but could you possibly find it in your heart to just let me off with a warning? [flicks hair] Officer, I will never speed again.
Police Officer: You think you can really be more careful from now on?
Jill: I promise.
Police Officer: Well, I guess I can make an exception and let you off just this once.
Jill: Oh, thank you. Thank you so much!
Police Officer: Don't mention it... to anybody.
Patty: Oh, no.
Jill: No. Good night.