Aunt Sylvia: [o.s.] Audrey made her famous ambrosia. You better hurry, it's gonna go.
Harry: Sweet woman, that Sylvia.
Uncle Abe: Yeah, sweet. But dumb as a doorknob. And don't even get me started with her kids.
Harry: Mmm. Rocket scientists, huh?
Uncle Abe: Oh, you got it, pal.
Harry: Well, doorknobs beget doorknobs. [both chuckle] [hacking in unison]