Babette: Oh, Luke! My ankles! Look at my ankles!
Luke: Should I ask why?
Babette: Bad news, doll, it's gonna rain.
Luke: What?
Babette: Oh, yeah look at these ankles. They haven't been this swollen since Hurricane Bob. So then I checked the Weather Channel, and sure enough, Nick Walker confirmed it. There's a storm front moving in over Connecticut.
Luke: It's gonna rain tomorrow?
Babette: First thing in the AM, Nick Walker- You a Nick Walker fan?
Luke: No.
Babette: Oh, you should be. He's just terrific. Always dead on and so charming... Of course, I've always had a thing for meteorologists. They're kinda like astronauts crossed with fortune tellers. Very intriguing. men. Anyway, he says it's definite.
Luke: Oh.
Babette: Yeah, so I thought you'd want to know. Sorry for the bad news, but you know my ankles.
Luke: No, that's true. They're never wrong.
Babette: No, no, My hair's only 50-50, but my ankles, you could take them to the bank.