Ed: What are you doing? There's bare patches all over the place. Are you even paying attention to what you're doing?
Reese: Hey, I get grounded plenty, Ed, I know grunt work. So why don't you go fix Mrs. Collins's garage door and get off my back?!
Ed: What did you say?
Reese: You heard me.
Ed: Oh, my God. What do you know?
Reese: Everything. You might want to formulate your megabytes next time you get rid of your computer. Oh, and by the way, Mrs. Swanback?! You are sick!
Ed: Now, keep your voice down. Look, it's not my fault. I try to be faithful... but the women on this block are just so desperate and lonely. It's like I cast some kind of spell. I try to tell 'em no, but it always leads to a back rub.
Reese: I know, Ed, I read all about it.
Martha: [over the fence] Is that you, Ed?
Ed: Ah, I'm a little busy right now, Martha. Look, you can't tell my wife. You can't tell anyone, please. I'll do anything. I'll do anything you ask.
Reese: I can work with that.