Delores: How could you drop my mother off at the podiatrist and just leave her there?
Harry: I gave her bus fare.
Delores: She just called. She can't even get her shoes on. Go back and pick her up.
Harry: Why can't you do it?
Delores: I'm in the middle of a shift.
Harry: Well, I'm working too.
Delores: Yeah, right. Looks like you're killing yourself.