Mr. Ehlert: So how's it going out here?
Bob: Oh, Mr. Ehlert, sir, hard at work. It may look like fun, but it's work, work, work.
Mr. Ehlert: You did good, Frances. Since this was your idea, my commission on the first sale of the day goes to you.
Frankie: You're kidding. Oh, Mr. Ehlert, you don't how much this means to me. My daughter, Sue, needs glasses and our dryer...
Mr. Ehlert: Already stopped listening.