Jay: [on the car phone] Phil! Phil! We have a problem.
Phil: Aw, "we"?
Jay: I'm trying to get to that bakery that makes those bear claws. That chatterbox you and your coin hired is clogging up our parking lot. [tires squeal] Oh, great. There goes eight bucks.
Phil: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Is this an official partners' meeting? Hold on. [clears throat]Good morning and welcome. Partners present: Phil Dunphy...
Jay: Put down your stupid notebook. You're the one who wanted to hire her. You've got to tell her to speed it up or hit the road.
Phil: I want you to know that I hear you and will address this post-haste. Now, if we could move on to some unfinished business from the last meeting. Um... "My feelings are still hurt from you telling me all the places you want me to put the coin."
Jay: Ah, it's after ten o'clock,too late to eat a bear claw now, I'll be too sugared up for my nap. Everything's ruined.