Ironside: (on the phone) Big Sue.
Big Sue: Robert Ironside.
Ironside: Yeah it's me.
Juan: Where is he? He's late.
Big Sue: I love you. (talking on the phone to Ironside and ignoring Juan) Where are you? You're late. Well, what are you doing there?
Juan: What is he doing where?
Big Sue: (to Juan) Quiet. What? A tow truck, of course. Are you all right?
Juan: What is it? Where is he?
Big Sue: (to Juan) Will you be still? It's all right, he's had a flat tire.
Juan: Oh his chair?