Connelly: Nancy, dear. I couldn't help noticing that Alex left the house this morning while you stayed home.
Nancy: Iwas downsizedfrom my job.
Connelly: Aw, I'm sorry. But I'm sure it's for the best. Let Mr. Rose get out there andbring home the bacon. I always thought it was strange. A husband staying home while you were out there providing.
Nancy: Well, he's a writer.
Connelly: Writer. The man naps more than a newborn pup. What's he writing about? Sheep?
Nancy: Is there something, Mrs. Connelly?
Connelly: Oh, I guess you could say there was something. I've got something on display in my kitchen.
Nancy: That is not a mouse dropping. It's a raisin.
Connelly: That is the leavings of a mouse.
Nancy: It's a raisin.
Connelly: Isprayed itwith Lysol.
Nancy: Ohh. And she puts on this sweet face, and she acts all innocent. Nancy, could you help me? I think I found the leavings of a mouse, as if she didn't know it was a raisin.
Alex: I know.
Nancy: I've never designed religious leaflets, per se.1:00. Great, Rabbi. Thank you so much.
Connelly: Nancy?
Nancy: Okay.
Connelly: Nancy? Nancy? Are you down there?
Nancy: What is it, Mrs. Connelly?
Connelly: Little Dickey's caught in the dumbwaiter shaft.