Ted: Hey Carla, did you hear the lottery is up to a hundred million? If I'd win that baby, it's separate beds for me and my mom.
Carla: Yeah, and you could spend the other ninety-nine million, nine hundred
ninety-nine thousand on therapy.
Doug: Sorry, I'm late. I got the keys to my Miata stuck in the cadaver.
Cox: Cut to the chase there pee pants.