Gerald: Okay. I just want to verify that this year your retirement contribution was… zero.
Bob: That sounds right. (phone rings)
Gerald: Oh, I’m sorry, I have to get that. I sent Pamela home early today. (laughs) Just… Remember? (laughs) There’s nobody there.
Bob: I-I remember.
Gerald: Hello. This is Gerald. Oh, hey, Tim. Yeah, I’ve got the cookies right here. Okay. Under no circumstances should we eat these cookies? Oh, my God. Oh, my… What? Right, but… (laughs) Let’s just say maybe we ate some. Mm. I-I had two.
Bob: Uh, I-I only had one.
Linda: I had three, hello!
Gerald: Okay, well, uh, thanks for telling us. Bye.
Linda: Gerald, what’s happening?
Bob: What’s going on?
Gerald: Uh, it turns out the cookies I gave you have marijuana in them… a lot of it.
Linda: Oh, no.
Gerald: I-I guess Tim made two batches of cookies. These were for his mom. She apparently ate hers and didn’t get high, so..
Bob: Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
Linda: We can’t get stoned in the middle of the day. We’re old. We have kids!
Gerald: Oh, God. This is bad.
Linda: Stupid cookies! They were good though. Maybe I’ll just have one more. Bob: Lin, no.
