It's springtime 1997 and our company is moving from the third floor
of our building to the sixth floor. We're doing it all ourselves
because there are only around eight of us. As you might imagine,
occasional trips to the hardware store are required. At one point,
the following conversation takes place between Petrina and Daniel (not
PETRINA: Does anyone need anything from the store?
DANIEL: Some pina coladas.
PETRINA: (rolling eyes) Does anyone need anything from the HARDWARE store?
DANIEL: A blender.