Nigel: "For starters, they have no idea what they are talking about. Remember that secret Christmas party I threw?"
Sola: "How could I not? I haven't been bathed in blue light like that since the last time I bought a new catloaf pan at Kmart."
Nigel: "Damn cops. Anyway, they are still blaming a tornado for the damage when I deserve all of the credit."
Sola: "You and your ego. Let it go."
Nigel" "Leggo my ego? Fat chance. Speaking of fat chances, since when is it an emergency when Fudge Pants gets a lunch delivery??"
Sola: "It's only an emergency if you get between her and the food bowl."
Nigel: "Now what do we have here?? I don't know about you..."