Vince: I got fired. I'm not on the force anymore. Remember last week, a guy robbed a department store and the cop accidentally shot the cashier?
Jack: That was you?
Vince: No, that was my partner. I was busy tryin' on gloves. Since it was my 63rd citation, and my seventh one involving-- you know, gloves-- they fired me.
Jack: (tsk tsk) Oh dear, you poor thing. What color were they?
Vince: Taupe with a chocolate cashmere lining.
Grace: Oh, they woulda gone with everything.