Stroker and Hoop2004

Ms. Peach:
The neighbors got together and we're giving you a Cul-De-Sac ticket for letting your yard go, Mr. Strockmeyer.

Stroker:
Ms. Peach, I don't give a damn about your home printed, made-up, Cul-De-Sac tickets because they're not real tickets, alright? And I don't let my yard-- [sees his yard as a pigsty] Oh, crap. That is pretty bad.

C.A.R.R.:
Stroker. Stroker, over here.

Stroker:
C.A.R.R., what the hell?

C.A.R.R.:
Teenagers rolled me. You left me on manual for two weeks. I need some guns. James Bond's car had guns.

Stroker:
Two weeks?

Ms. Peach:
And what will you be bringing to our Cul-De-Sac clean-up and cookout this weekend? We need desserts.

Stroker:
How about cups?

Ms. Peach:
Well, that's the lazy way out, but fine. Cups it is.