Rita Glossner: Yeah?
Mike: Uh... Hi. I'm, uh, Mike Heck from down the street. I wanna talk to you about your boys.
Rita Glossner: What about them?
Mike: Do you wanna maybe put something on? I can wait. It's a little bit chilly.
Rita Glossner: That's okay, I run hot. Look, my boys are good boys.
Mike: Really? Well, your sons challenged my daughter to a fight and then they stole her boom box.
Rita Glossner: Why would there be a boom box if they was fighting?
Mike: I guess there was some choreography... And, you know what, that's not the point. The point is, my daughter simply asked them to control their dog, and then...
Rita Glossner: Or maybe your girl's got a crush on my Rodney. And when he told her he didn't like her back, she decided to get revenge. Happens to us all the time. We're charismatic. [downs beer] [throws can] [belches]
Mike: No, she doesn't like your son.
Rita Glossner: Eyes up here, buddy.
Mike: What?
Rita Glossner: Don't see you buying me a drink. Eyes up here.
Mike: My eyes are up here.