A snippet of conversation that occurred while they were driving past their forty-something neighbor walking her dogs:

“She’s so stuck up.”

“Why do you say that? What makes you think she is so stuck up?”

“I suppose it’s the way she looks at me—the same way that her teenage son does.”

“Hmmm—she’s always polite to me.”

“Maybe she likes you.”

“Yeah—maybe she thinks I am hot and she is jealous of you because she wants me all to herself.”

“Maybe she is jealous because she is a single mother and she has to work as a stripper so they can eat.”

“Or maybe Big Sal, down at the club, cut her hours and she can’t afford any blow.”

“And now she has to blow.”

“Could be—or maybe they are in the witless reprotection program.”