Jerry

Phil... hi. I-I know we got off to kind of a bad start. But your bird, which is lovely... by the way, made a mess on my door.

Phil

And?

Jerry

I thought maybe you'd clean it up, or your maid, there.

Phil

That's my wife.

Jerry

(nodding awkwardly for a moment) All right, I think we're done here. (Jerry leaves and Phil shuts the door darkly)