Hal: $23 for the neighborhood association. The annual meeting is tomorrow night.
Lois: It's been a year already? Those people are relentless. You think, if we showed up once, they'd stop inviting us?
Hal: That's always been the pattern.
Lois: Hal, don't worry. You have a good excuse. Tomorrow you're cleaning the dead possum out of the chimney. The smell has gotten so bad, I can't tell when Jamie needs changing anymore.
Hal: You know, if we just wait a few more weeks, it'll disintegrate on its own.
Lois: Tomorrow, Hal. I'm sick of all those crows on roof.