Andrew, I need you to take out the trash. Sure. Now, not fiv...
Bree: Andrew, I need you to take out the trash.
Bree: Now, not five hours from now.
Andrew: I'm going, I'm going. God! Um, I'm meeting Justin at the mall tonight so I'm gonna need forty bucks."
Bree: You no longer get an allowance.
Andrew: Fine. I'm not taking out the trash