Do not look for continuity here. I'm just musing.
Customers. Old customers. Old customers with tan shoes and white socks. [long, slow whistle]
Never make fun of a person's STUNNINGLY bad parking job without being very frickin' sure that the person in question isn't standing right next to you.
Ella wants to be old so she can be eccentric. I want to be old so I can rock the heavily textured beige plaid pants.
I'm convinced that Gloucester/Rockport has a Stupid Pill factory and that 60 Minutes just ran a series about how the government is thinking about upping the recommended daily allowance. All my customers seem to be getting a head start.