“Thank God you called, and not a moment too soon! My kid has been stuck somewhere in our air ducts for weeks! We throw food down to him but we can’t get him out.
So….just how powerful is your ‘duct-vacuum’?”
What kind of house do you want?... How am I suppose to get you a great house? ... What do you want from ME? ... No, I don't know anything about Audrey or her awesome house.
I can't talk right now but if you call back tonight and ask for my wife, she'll be more happy to talk to you.
Im behind you
Me (in a whispered voice): “How do you get blood out of the carpet. I mean…a LOT of blood?”
Me: “No, you can’t speak to my husband. He’s not permitted to leave the basement. We haven’t seen him in years.”
Me: “Sorry, we’re in the middle of our breakfast (lunch, dinner). Why don’t you give me your home number and I’ll call you back after we’ve finished. Oh, you can’t give me your home #? Then why are you calling mine?”
Things I Told the Telemarketer
"So, that means George Bush ISN'T married to his mother?"
"Alright I'm POSITIVE you're lying!"
"Sophia please. Our savior would not be caught dead in that outfit."
"Sometimes life just isn't fair, kiddo."
"My mother's a lawyer, threaten me again and I'll own your house."
"I'm not in. Leave a message after the beep. BEEP!"
"Hi, it's me, Stan."