Jerry: Oh, hi Brett.
Brett: Haven't you ever heard of an umbrella?
Jerry: Ah, I didn't have enough money.
Brett: I'm sure things'll pick up for you.
Jerry: No, it's not that, it's the... [looks at his hands] Oh no, look at the checks! Hours of hard work ruined!
Brett: Ah, don't worry, I can spot you the... twelve cents?
Jerry: No, it's not the money. It's my hand. It's crippled from writing and writing.
Brett: Nothing's working for you, is it?
Jerry: Not at the moment, Brett.
Brett: I'd give you a ride, but I got Karl Farbman here.
Jerry: Thanks for stopping!