Frankie: You know, ever since this fell in the toilet, it's running slow. Seriously, it's 6:00?
Mike: I checked the kitchen clock.
Frankie: Oh, that's the dog clock. It's always set an hour ahead so I can give Doris her flea medicine. She stays on central time. Trust me, it makes sense.
Sue: Uh, no, that's not ahead anymore, remember? You had me change it back because it kept making us early.
Frankie: So, what time does the microwave say?
Sue: Same as always. That one only always says 2:00.
Brick: No, you got to know how to read it. Just 1, 2, and 3 are 2:00. The sixes and zeros work, and the second time it flashes 2:00, it's really 4:00.
Frankie: Will someone just tell me what time it is?! Is it dog time or microwave time or toilet time?
Mike: Let's just get out the phone book and call time.
Frankie: Nobody calls time, grandpa. Nobody's called time since time started.