Tim: I might need a lift to my car if it's OK.
Ned: Well, I could give you one. But we might suddenly get busy.
Tim: And I might suddenly become a ballet dancer.
Ned: Forget it, pal. You don't have the legs.
Tim: Can I use the restroom now?
Ned: Yeah. It's over there. Unfortunately, it's out of order.
Tim: [exhales] You might've mentioned that to me before.
Ned: Why? You weren't a customer then.