Marie: Okay, yes, all right. So that's good. See? Back and forth. Just like ironing. [looks at Debra] Oh.
Debra: [laughs] I know. It's true. I can't iron.
Marie: [chuckles] Well, where were we? Okay okay. Amy, you continue doing that, and I'm gonna need some help with the sauce. How does stirring sound to you?
Debra: Whatever you say, Marie. You're the master.
Marie: What?
Debra: You're the master. I mean, I'm just happy to be here. You're a brilliant cook.
Marie: Thank you. Those are such lovely earrings.
Debra: Oh, thank you, Marie.
Marie: You always have such nice taste. [off Amy's puzzled look] Are you all right, dear?
Amy: Yes, I've just never seen such lovely earrings.