[[BoxJam holds a torch over a coffee table]]
BoxJam: You were a good coffee table!
Ms. BoxJam (crying): Excellent table...
[[watching the burning coffee table float on a raft out to sea]]
BoxJam: Be strong, dear...
Ms. BoxJam: *sniff*
BoxJam: That's what should have happened, instead of all MY stuff going in the garage until one day you called Good Will behind my back!
Ms. BoxJam: Good Will wouldn't take it. I had to call the trash guys.