I love Musical Harold.
HAROLD: Didn't I tell you, Amy, that one day your ol' Pop would hit the big time? Did you read this letter? (reading) "Guaranteed a winner" '
Guaranteed!' No more lancing boils in places I'd rather not even think about. No more waiting for Louise to mentally recite the alphabet so she can find a file. No ma'am, it is Easy Street from now on.
AMY: Dad, come on. They send that same letter out to everybody. You probably won a bookmark or a mouse pad or something, not five million dollars.
HAROLD: What? No. No, no, no. It says 'Guaranteed....guaranteed a.....a winner. Guarant'...Amy? Amy, come back.
AMY: (offscreen) I'm late for class, Dad. See you later.