Alright, I'll give you a reason then. You carry those groceries into the study, Freddy...

Frederick:
Alright, I see all that. Lloyd:
Oh no. Frederick:
I just don't know why I take them. Lloyd:
Freddy love, why does anyone do anything? Why does that other idiot go out of the front door holding two plates of sardines? I mean, I-I'm not getting at you, love. Gary:
Course not, Lloyd. I mean, why do I? I mean, Jesus, when you come to think about it, why *do* I? Lloyd:
Who knows? Gary:
Who knows. You see, Freddy? Lloyd:
The wellsprings of human action are deep and cloudy. Maybe something happened to you when you were a very, very, very small child that made you frightened to let go of groceries. Belinda:
Or it could be genetic. Gary:
Yes, Or it could be... you know. Lloyd:
Could-could well be. Frederick:
Of course, thank you. I understand all that, but... Lloyd:
Freddy love, I'm telling you I don't know. I-I don't think the *author* knows. I don't know why the author came into this industry in the first place. I don't know why any of us came into it. Frederick:
All the same, if you could just give me a reason I could keep in my mind. Lloyd:
Alright, I'll give you a reason then. You carry those groceries into the study, Freddy honey, because it's just slightly after midnight, and we're not going to be finished Before we open tomorrow night - Correction. Before we open TONIGHT!