Beverly: So, my son is gonna melt in a nuclear disaster, and what's worse is, now he refuses to attend my funeral. Help me, Dean Dean.
Dean: As I've been trying to tell you since the museum part, housing became available for your children.
Beverly: It did?
Dean: Yes, and when I called to tell you, your husband said "No, thanks."
Beverly: Are you [bleep] [bleep] with me right now?