Haley: Whatever. I have, like, a million errands to run for my boss.
Manny: Hang on. Since, uh, no one's called dibs on the master bedroom, I assume it's up for grabs.
Haley: Oh, actually, there are only three guest bedrooms upstairs, so you'll have to sleep in there, okay?
Manny: The maid's quarters? But I'll be right next to the creaky do- [door creaks loudly]
Jay: You know, if you want, I can put some oil on that.
Haley: Oh, no, no, no. Don't. These are traditional Tibetan creaking hinges.[Door creaks, closes]
Cameron: We need those.