Frank: One, two, three, four, five. I'm in the conservatory, and I'd like to call on Mrs. Peacock with the lead pipe.
Marie: I was just one away from the library, Frank. You're just picking on me.
Frank: Tough crap, Peacock. Get your tail-feathers in the conservatory.
Ray: [enters] Hey.
Marie: Oh hi, dear. We're playing Clue. It's keeping Robert's mind sharp for when he's a policeman again.
Robert: Yeah. You know, Ray, there's been a wave of candlestick murders in the Bronx.