Marshall: [on the phone] Jeff, hey, um, it's Marshall.
Jefferson: Hey, Marshall.
Marshall: I have something that I need to tell you. I feel really weird about doing this over the phone.
[Jefferson pulls up alongside Marshall in the back of a long, black limousine]
Jefferson: Then don't. Before you say anything, come take a ride in this awesome limo with me.
Marshall: Where are we going?
Jefferson: Tuckahoe Funland.
Marshall: I'm sorry. It sounded like you said Tuckahoe Funland, the magic factory where dreams are made.
Jefferson: Get in.