Jay: So, all this childhood memorabilia came to me after your mother died... diaries, photo albums, adorable drawings. So, enjoy your stroll down memory lane, but know that at the end of that lane is a dumpster.
Mitchell: Okay. You have a painting upstairs by William "The Refrigerator" Perry, but there's no room for my baby teeth?
[aside to camera:]
Jay: I needed to free up some space in the garage.
Gloria: Because it's not a garage anymore. It's a warehouse full of dog beds that nobody wants to buy.
Jay: It's been a slow period, but it should pick up next quarter.
Gloria: What? When all the dogs get back their income tax refunds and they want to go splurge on beds for themselves?