Roz: I haven't seen Daphne in a while. Is it my imagination...?
Martin: No. Six squares a day.
Roz: That's not like her. Maybe she's depressed. That's when I eat. Did you say anything to her?
Martin: Nope. Timing is very delicate in something like this, Roz. I figured I'd wait until after she's too big to catch me but before she needs the motorized scooter.