Jay: Ugh. I hate garage sales. Bunch of shady characters going through my stuff. Why can't I just write a check?
Gloria: Ay, relax, Jay. It's just a couple of people in the driveway.
Jay: Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's where it starts. Then it's, "It's just a local call." "Can I use your bathroom?" "My mother needs to lie down." No, it just stinks.