Dr. Debra Radcliffe: I'm sorry. I'm sorry! But I have to go pick up my son because my idiot ex-husband loaned his car to his latest Tinder whore.
Jay: We paid good money for this.
Gloria: No, it was only $84.
Dr. Debra Radcliffe: Excuse me?
Gloria: I would've paid more, but nobody else was bidding.
Dr. Debra Radcliffe: [sobbing] That's great. You know what? I deserve it. This is what you get for dumbing down 30 years of research for a trite analogy of a junk drawer. Just because my editor told me it would get me on the "Ellen" show.
Cameron: You were on "Ellen"?
Dr. Debra Radcliffe: Oh, yeah, yeah. I danced my way into America's heart, and that's why I'm stuck here on a Sunday afternoon for 80 bucks.
Phil: Wait. You can't leave now. All our junk is out!