Dr. Grumpy: "Okay, so at the last visit..."
Mrs. Bickerson: "Doc, what's with the box of clothes by your briefcase?"
Dr. Grumpy: "Oh, my kids cleaned out clothes that don't fit them anymore, so I'm dropping those off at the charity store on the way home."
Mrs. Bickerson: "That's a good idea. We have some old chairs I've been meaning to donate."
Mr. Bickerson: "No, we're not getting rid of them. I can use them. They just need to be re-done. Why can't we donate the old vacuum in the back closet?"
Mrs. Bickerson: "What do you mean? It still works."
Mr. Bickerson: "It's not like you ever use it. It's taking up space."
Mrs. Bickerson: "What, like one square foot in a room you never go in?"
Mr. Bickerson: "We don't need it."
Mrs. Bickerson: 'What about that fucking dune buggy you got on Craig's List that takes up the whole shed and that you've never driven? It's bigger than a tank."
Mr. Bickerson: "Really? How about the stupid exercise machine you don't use? Let's get rid of that."
Mrs. Bickerson: "Oh, it is SO on now. Let's talk about that collection of racing photos piled behind the couch..."