Good luck

Max Conners:

I don't understand, Philip. We deposit our money and you give it back when we say so. Philip Tinker:
I'm afraid it's not so simple, Miss Conners. [Philip looks over at Gloria Vogel] Gloria Vogal:
Hello, I'm Gloria Vogal, IRS. Max Conners:
Oh, hello. Gloria Vogal:
Oh, I see you've heard of us since we so seldom hear from you. Max Conners:
I know I'm a little late with this year's return. Gloria Vogal:
Maybe even in the last 7. Page Conners:
Mother, I'm stunned! I had no idea you would evade your responsibilities as a U.S. citizen. Gloria Vogal:
[Grabs Page by the shoulder and forces back down into her seat]
Shut up, Miss Conners! We've never seen a dime from you either! Max Conners:
Look, I know what must've happened. I've always assumed that my taxes were filed by my husband. Gloria Vogal:
Which one? Max Conners:
Look, just because I've had some trouble with my personal life-... Gloria Vogal:
- -Miss Conners, how you earn your money is of no use to us. Now, how can I put this in a language that you'll understand? We just want our cut. Page Conners:
How much? Gloria Vogal:
With interest and penalties, the total comes to $287,456.11. Page Conners:
What? Max Conners:
Ugh! [She takes out her checkbook, and takes a pen from Philip's desk, but Gloria takes the pen out of Max's hand] Gloria Vogal:
Oh no no no. I'm afraid that amount is an addition to what used to be in your accounts. Your latest divorce settlement arrived this morning. Thanks. Max Conners:
But that's everything. Gloria Vogal:
It's not all bad. We'll give you a full 90 days to pay. Or, we move forward with criminal charges, for Felony, Tax Evasion, and Fraud. [Max and Page are speechless and in shock] Gloria Vogal:
[Whispered and with relish]
Good luck