[in a gangster new york accent]

Caller: "Hello, can I speak to your mother?"
Reuben: "Sure thing. (Aside) Hey Dann-o! We got a customer!"

Me: "You callin' for some crack?"
Caller: "No."
Me: "Jack?"
Caller: "No."
Me: "...SpaghettiOs?"

lol we're such bad kids... talking about bad stuff... haha that would be me and my brother making up an imaginary conversation ;) we're so cool...