*marches towards you both, clearly a woman on a mission, even while she's talking into her earpiece* No, no, my client isn't going to be suing for fucking emotional distress! He's not distressed! You're distressed, clearly, Janice. Why don't you take a benzo or two - oh, hush up, all soccer moms have uppers and downers, don't deny it - and call me in the morning?
*takes her earpiece off and drops it into her handbag*