Max: My stomach hurts.
Angie: What's the matter?
Max: Well, I was in Carmen's room and I found some mints. But they didn't taste right.
Carmen: What's up?
George: Your brother ate some of your mints and he doesn't feel good.
Carmen: What mints?
Max: The ones that are in the little tin in your winter jacket under the bed.
Carmen: Oh my God! Oh, those mints, they were probably just stale. So how many did you take?
Max: I ate five, Monday through Friday.
George: What do you mean Monday through Friday?
Max: There's like a whole month's worth on this wheel.
George: (to Carmen) YOU'RE ON THE PILL?!
Carmen: AH!... So is Max!