April: Hey, Ron, how's the street parking at your house?
Ron Swanson: What?
April: Can you handle, like, 20 cars or a double-decker party bus?
Ron Swanson: There is no street parking at my house. My house is not even on a street.
April: Do you have space for, like, a huge circus tent?
[Ron runs out of his office as he sees Ann arrive with balloons]
Ann: Hey, Ron. Have you seen... [Ron pops the balloons] what the hell? No! Oh!
Ron Swanson: Well, looks like there wont be any balloons for the birthday boy.
Ann: These were for a sick child at the hospital.
Ron Swanson: Ah. My office, now.
Ann: I don't work for you.
Ron Swanson: Don't care.