"Hi Mom."

"Michael, I need you to come over right now."

"What's wrong? Is it the toaster this time?"

"Not funny. I'm serious!"

"What is it?"

"My air conditioner broke!"

"It's raining outside, and it's the coldest it's been all summer. Besides, it's nighttime."

"I've heard cases of women my age dying of heatstroke when they don't keep cool! What if I die in the middle of the night?"

"I can't come over right now."

"Where are you?"

"In the car on the way to-"

"If you're in the car you can just swing by and take a look!"

"I really can't."

"What are you up to this time? Should I ready the house so it can be turned into a makeshift hospital, hide out, or interrogation room?"

"No. It's not work related."

"Then you can be late! I'm going to be up all night worried about this. It's hot in here!"

"It's seventy degrees! I'll be by first thing tomorrow. I promise."

"What could possibly be so important that you can't come by?"

"I have a date with Fi."

"Well, in that case, I guess I can wait until tomorrow morning. But you better be here."

"You changed your mind just like that?"

"It's the only excuse I'll accept, Michael."

"Don't get your hopes up. It's only to repay a favor."

"Sure it is. When are you two getting back together?"

"Goodbye, Mom."

"I have the right to know!"

"I said goodbye."

"Don't worry about coming here first thing. If you and Fiona want to sleep in-"

"I'm hanging up now."