Frank: No, I just dug up a rosebush.
Debra: Why did you do that?
Frank: It was in the swing zone of my hammock.
Debra: What do you want me to do?
Frank: Take the rap. [rubs mud on Debra's face]
Debra: Frank, what are you-
Frank: Put these on.
Marie: Frank. [Debra & Frank gasp] Where have you been? Your dinner's ready. What's all that?
Frank: I was just about to ask Debra the same thing. Debra, what have you done?
Amy: What's going on?
Frank: Uh, Debra's been up to something, and I, for one, don't like the looks of it.