Debra: Amy, where's your mom?
Amy: Oh, she's runnin' around like a headless chicken... [imitates Pat] making sure all the relatives are comfortable and are seated properly. Oh, dear, tiny Aunt Florence. Can you see from there? Would you like a cushion or a phone book? [normally] Hi, Mom!
Pat: Hello.
Amy: I'm sorry, Mother. You know I was just foolin' around.
Pat: Oh, I know, honey. That never bothers me. And you're so good at it.