Mr. Leonard: You're prettier than a blushing apricot in a little wicker basket.
Lucille: I love it when you talk fruit to me.
[elsewhere, listening over the intercom:]
Jill: Isn't that sweet?
Tim: He sure knows his produce.
Jill: What do you think they're doing now?
Tim: It's pretty quiet. [speaks over the intercom] Hey, Mr. Leonard!