Jill: Ooh. I think he's gonna tell her now. I see the ring coming out.
Al: Mother, I have some great news. I've decided to make Trudy my bride.
[Alma groans and falls out of her chair, hitting the ground with a thud.]
Al: Oh, my God! Somebody call a paramedic!
[After he goes over to help, Tim removes the chicken drumstick from Alma's hand]