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(Monday. INT: living room)

JH (exaggerated rage face): My board games are traitors to the Halligan cause. They all must burn.
EB: Oh, don't be a sore loser. Let's try something else.
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JH: Nah, I'm kinda feeling burned out on board games right now.
EB: Well, I don't have any decent two-player computer games, and we don't have any consoles, but I've got a couple of movies we could pop in.
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JH: Actually, I was thinking we'd go see what Max is doing. EB: She works on weekdays.
JH: So? You guys came to bug me at my workplace. While drunk, I might add.
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EB: Yeah, well, we legitimately wanted food. The only reason you and I would have to be at Max's workplace is if we wanted to adopt a claustrophobic incontinent three-legged sheepdog.
JH: Are you saying we CAN'T adopt a claustrophobic incontinent three-legged sheepdog?