Murray: Albert, this is madness. She's killing both of us here.
Pops: How are you getting killed?
Murray: She's going through every nook and cranny of this house. She already found my stash of Cuban cigars. She found my secret tin of multi-flavored popcorn caramel, yellow cheese, white cheese.
Pops: Ooh, I like the white cheese.
Murray: We all do.