Hello?
Stan! What on earth?
Uh…you pick.
Stan, I don’t want to play guessing games. Do you know what time it is?
In jail? What are you doing in jail?
Well, obviously. I didn’t think you just stopped there to use the phone. What did you do to get arrested?
No, I don’t still want to know what time it is. Tell me what you did.
Oh, my God. Stan, that’s a very serious crime. Whatever possessed you to…wait a minute. It’s 2:30 in the morning.
Well, I mean, what banks are open at 2:30 in the morning?
You broke in? Who was supposed to open the cash drawer for you?
It’s called forethought, Stanley.
I’m not yelling. I just want to know why you couldn’t have waited until the bank opened.
A craving? You had a craving to rob a bank?
Yes, of course I know…
Stan, this is nothing like when I get the urge for pickles.
No, it’s not. So what happened then? They just picked you up right then and there?
Oh, my God.
No, I’m not judging you. I just think that first, a crowbar isn’t going to open a safe; second, we already have a crowbar at home, and third, breaking into a hardware store is just piling trouble on top of trouble.
No, I didn’t expect you to drive all the way home from across town. Maybe you could have taken it with you, is all.
Of course I’m trying to be supportive.
It’s hard to think of an ‘up side’, Stanley. I’m sorry.
All right!
I know. I know. Anyway, it’s not like you killed anyone.
Oh, Stanley. You didn’t.
Homeless people are human beings, Stan. That’s why they call them homeless people.
You wanted to see if the crowbar worked? I fail to see how…
Yes, but that doesn’t mean that it would have been able to pry open a locked metal safe!
I’m trying to look on the bright side, Stan. You’re not making it easy.
I don’t think it counts as self-defense if you hit him first. With a crowbar.
No, that’s struggling. It’s not the same thing.
Well, you’re not a lawyer either!
Yes, I guess the courts will have to decide, won’t they? Good grief, Stan. I don’t know why you get yourself into these things. At least you didn’t have any drugs on you.
You didn’t.
Stanley, you promised.
No, I know it’s not a secure phone. But theoretically, how much PCP could you fit in a gym bag?
Why half of a gym bag?
All right. All right. Theoretically, how much PCP could you fit in the half that wasn’t taken up by your sex toys?
Stan. Stan, Stan, Stan. I wonder about you sometimes.
No, I know. I know.
Yes, I love you too. Of course I do.
No, it’s fine.
All right. So what’s the bad news?