“What’re we looking for, exactly, Jim?”
“It’s an estate sale! It’ll find us.”
“First, it’s an indoor yard sale. Second, when’ll it find us?”
“Patience, Beesly…”
“All I’ve seen’s crap.”
“Crap?! Pamela, it’s treasure! Look, a unicycle!”
“What’re you gonna do with that?”
“Embarrass myself in front of my girlfriend.”
“I’m always up for that.”