After a long day of asking eighty billion questions, most of which start with “why…?”

Sherry: If we ever win a lot of money, I know where I’d like to go on vacation.
George: Oh yeah? Where?
Sherry: I want to go to a Tibetan monastery.
George: What?!
Sherry: Yeah, one where everyone has taken a vow of absolute silence.
George: Ah.