Jill: [pulls clothes and underwear out of her piano] Brad! Randy!
Brad: Yeah, Mom?
Jill: How do you explain this?
Randy: We were, uh, looking for the hamper in the middle of the night and obviously we were a little off.
Jill: Am I that bad?
Brad: Let me put it this way. Have you ever seen us pick up our dirty laundry before?