(Mary Jo and Julia enter in a huff and arguing.)
Julia: Look, Mary Jo, all that I'm saying is that I'm not gonna pay one red cent on that ticket, and if I have to, I'll take it all the way to the Supreme Court!
Charlene: What happened?
Mary Jo:(very dramatically) We're on the way to the bank to make that deposit, right? But the car breaks down, so while they're working on it, Julia decides that we should walk to the bank and make our "drive-thru" deposit on foot because the inside of the bank doesn't open until 10.
Charlene: Sounds reasonable to me.
Julia: Thank you, Charlene!
Mary Jo: So, there we are standing in the drive-thru, and when we "pull up", so to speak, to the glass window, the guy refuses to accept our deposit because we're not inside a vehicle.
Charlene: That's ridiculous.
Mary Jo: So Julia commandeers the back seat of the woman behind us and starts yelling for this woman to drive us through the drive-thru! And then the bank manager makes Julia get out of the woman's car, and then the police come. Need I say more?
Charlene: Well, Julia. If you're not gonna pay the ticket, what's your defense gonna be?
Julia: My defense is that when I attempted to use that drive-thru window, I was indeed inside a vehicle; the vessel in which I have chosen to go through life - my body!
Suzanne: Oh Julia, don't be ridiculous. No judge is gonna believe that! If you'd gotten to choose, you would have selected a much newer model.