David: Oh, excuse me. I don't think my sheets have been cleaned. They smell like cigarettes.
Stevie: No, that's just the way they smell. Also, you can tell your dad that the plumber was busy so I just pushed the bed against the wall and put down a bucket where the bed was.
David: Okay. We're gonna be selling the town, so it'll be someone else's problem soon.
Stevie: But it's such a great place to live.
David: I think you're funny.
Stevie: Thank you.