Mrs. Wang, I'm sure you have a lot on your mind, but I cannot imagine anything mattering more than this conversation we are having right now about your tax liability.
I know, I know. I am paying attention.
Good. Then, can you explain this? [Deidre places a receipt on the table. Evelyn looks at it]
Well, what are we talking about?
I was just hoping you could enlighten me on how, as a laundromat owner, a karaoke machine would constitute as a business expense?
I am a singer.
What?
I... am... a... singer.
I see, and apparently you are also a novelist, a part-time teacher, a chef, a motivational speaker...
Do you see these? You don't get one of these unless you've seen a lot of bullshit. Excuse my French. Now you may only see a pile of boring forms and numbers, but I see a story. With nothing but a stack of receipts, I can trace the ups and downs of your lives. And it does not look good. It. Does. Not. Look Good.
Sorry, my wife confuses her hobbies for businesses! An honest mistake.
Oh. Okay. Well, with all of these "honest mistakes", I mean, even if we don't charge you with fraud, we'll most certainly have to fine you for gross negligence.

