Bob: You know, you two just don't get it, do you? That jam was on my property. I'll show you the deed. [clears throat] There's my lot. There's yours. There's the property line right there. [Red rotates the deed 180 degrees] Oops.
Red: Well... [clears throat] Looks like I own part of your property.
Bob: I, uh... I will not stand for this trickery! You get out of my house!
Red: No problem. [walks to the door and stands there]