So, you didn't like the movie Harvey because it's about a bunny rabbit? Um, okay.
Can we go home yet? We've been at Walmart for ages.
Okay, I guess we've only been here an hour, but it feels like ages.
I really doubt the sizes on this rack have changed during the last five minutes. There probably is still nothing your size here.
Yes, this is still a size XL, just like the last two times you asked me to look at it.
Sorry, Old Person, but I doubt that we'll find anything your size in the juniors' section.
Hey, there's a mirror.
Wow, I'm looking kinda fat.
And look at that -- pants with "Love" written at the waist line. Yeah, like anyone needs help spotting my love handles.
No, Old Person, I don't think you'll find anything you like in the boys' section.
You know, I suddenly feel a lot of sympathy for the Ghost of Marley, doomed to roam the aisles of Walmart eternally. No, wait. He wasn't stuck in Walmart. Lucky.
In fact, I bet Hell is a lot like Walmart. And all the catering in Hell is done by the McDonalds here.
At least I don't have to drag a mile of chains behind me. Not yet, at least.