Frank: Honey, I’m home!
Dee: Feast your eyes on the new headquarters of Reynolds and Reynolds! Frank and I are starting a business. We sublet our apartments and we’re livin’ in here.
Charlie: Wait a second, you subletted our apartment?
Frank: Yeah.
Charlie: Well, what the hell, dude. I don’t know if I can live in a trailer, man.
Frank: Well, you don’t have to, Charlie. It’s kinda tight in there already.
Charlie: Hang on a second, bro, we’re good in tight spaces. I’ll make it work.
Frank: I’m sorry, Charlie.
Charlie: What do you mean you’re sorry?
Frank: There’s no room at the inn.
Charlie: Are you kiddin’ me, dude!? You kiddin’ me!? Unbelievable! So now I’m reduced to sleeping in the bar.
Dennis: Oh hell no. You’re not gonna be sleeping in the bar.
Charlie: Where am I gonna live? I’m gonna live in the streets?
Dennis: It’s a recession. Times are tough.
Mac: Yeah, you’ll bounce back, buddy.
Charlie: Aw, c’mon man. Can I at least live with you guys?
Dennis: Uh, we’re not in the business of giving out hand-outs, Charlie. We’re not the government.
Mac: Frankly, I’m a little embarrassed you would ask.
Dennis: Yeah. It’s a little gauche.