Marie: Hello, dear. You're just in time for pancakes.
Frank: Hey, those are my pancakes. Why can't he wait for the next batch?
Marie: I love him.
Ray: Oh, boy, these are good!
Frank: I've been sitting here a half an hour. Tomorrow you're gonna read my obit: "Local Man Dies Waiting for Flapjacks."
Marie: "Marie Barone Dances in Street."
Frank: "Disaster Declared. President to Visit Street."