— You want my number?
— I do. I do want your number.
— Which number do you want, George? <...> I got numbers coming out of my ears. For instance, 10.
— Ten.
— Yeah. That's how many months old my baby girl is.
— You got a little girl?
— Yeah. Sexy, huh? How about this? Six. That's my other daughter. Eight is my son. Two is the times I've been married and divorced. $16 is what I have in my bank account. 850-3943, that's my phone number. I'm guessing zero is the number of times you're gonna call it.
— What are you doing making all that goddamn noise?
— Introducing ourselves to the neighborhood, I guess.
— Well, I am the neighbors. There. We're introduced. So shut up.
— Wait. Hold on there. Let's start over, okay? My name's George. What's yours?
— Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.