Maggie: (in the corridor outside) Young man!
Nat: (closing the door to 11-D behind him) Yes. Hey, Ma'am! How're you doing?
Maggie: Fine... there's a package in there for me, a cheesecake from England. Would you mind going in there and getting it for me?
Nat: (hesitant) Oh boy... ma'am, I'm real sorry, but I consider that to be just outside the parameters of what I understand to be my dooties, at least, as I understand 'em at the present time.
Maggie: But you have the key!
Nat: Yes, I do have this key, but I consider it to be a sacred trust, the Buchmans were kind enough to bestow this upon me, and to violate that just for the purpose of retrieving a dessert item, hmm... Boy! I don't know.
Maggie: (considers him a while) Is English your first language?
Nat: Yes ma'am, my first, and God willing, my last.