Sault: Why is there a note on the owner's door directing all complaints to you?
Fred: (in his 'Wallaby' voice) Because I'm Walla... (going back to regular voice) ...Present of the Tenants' Association.
Sault: We have a tenants' association? Since when? Who voted for you?
Fred: It was more of an appointment.
Sault: Whatever. Fix my taps!
Fred: I'm on it; I made a spread sheet, see? It's got all of the complaints on it, and you're number three.
Sault: Just do it. (she leaves; Grandma Tan comes out of the store and taps Fred on the shoulder)
Fred: Yes, water pressure... you're number seven on the spread sheet.
Grandma Tan: (in Cantonese) Snack? (offers him a plate of pastries and smiles)
Fred: (in Cantonese) Ah, thank you.