"That's my ice cream."
"A stranger is sitting in your living room, on your couch, in the middle of the night and you're worried about the ice cream?"
"I've already called the cops and they'll get you good. Now put down that spoon."
"Well, this isn't going anything like I thought it would Pat Green."
"I'm not Pat Green."
"That's the name on the credit card that bought this delicious Ben & Jerry's yesterday at 11:22 PM at the corner market just down the road."
"How'd you know that? You a cop or something?"
"I'm Special Agent Pat Green."
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