Mike: Edie, you're a great old gal...
Aunt Edie: I think you're cute too.
Mike: Thanks. But the job here is over. No more job. Job done. I'm letting you go. Do you get it?
Aunt Edie: Oh, I get it. I know what it means to be let go.
Mike: You do?
Aunt Edie: Mm-hm. Now, if we continue on this, we are just never gonna get these checks done.
Mike: Aunt Edie, you're fired.
Aunt Edie: Fired?
Mike: Yes.
Aunt Edie: Oh, this is very disappointing.
Mike: What is? Tell me what you think is disappointing.
Aunt Edie: Well, that I'm fired.
Mike: Oh, thank God.
Aunt Edie: Well, should we get started now?
Mike: You know, I think I've actually got those checks pretty much under control, but what I really do need your help with... Management is all over me about getting this puzzle put together.
Aunt Edie: Oh, my. This is a big one. Oh, look at this, I found a corner.
Mike: Good girl.