[A bit of shuffling, followed by a particularly nasty slam.]

Christ!

[The sound of keys hitting the floor. They scrape on it as they're grabbed, jingling as they're picked up.]

Alright, this is ridiculous. You guys get your asses out here now, understand? Some of us have wives to get home to.

[Silence.]

At least they left me my keys... I swear, when I catch hell for this, I'm sending Mary straight to your doors!

[Another, longer silence.]

Fine. I'll find my own way out. The Impala better not be far, I mean it.

[Sighs.]

Unbelievable.