"[answering phone] Hart. Well, hello, Agent Matthews. No, I'm just putting the, uh, finishing touches on your chicken potpie. Yeah. I think I'm gonna make some man very, very happy someday. Listen, I wanna ask you something. Do you know if the Poconos are in New York or Pennsylvania? Because I cannot seem to get a clear answer on this. Because I was thinking that maybe this weekend we could take a little drive down there, do a little exploring, do-... Why, aren't-? Why do you wanna talk tomorrow? I mean, aren't you gonna be here in, like, 10 minutes?... Oh, well, I thought we were moving at kind of a normal speed. I--... Well, I don't need any more space. I mean-- You know, it's not like I expect us to get married or anything, but I--... Well, what is it? I mean, is it--? Is it the way I snort? I mean, because I don't have to snort. Or is it the--? Is it the sex? Because... You know, I could-- I could get a-- a manual or something... Well, no. No, you don't have to explain. No. No, you know what? You know what? I have to-- I have to go. Don't worry about dinner. I, um... Mrs. Flammenbaum next door invited me to a surprise... keg party. You know what? I have to go. Okay. Bye."