Lillian: Oh, now, come on now, come on. You remember when you girls were little and your father would get up on Christmas and make his famous apple pancakes?
Jill: Oh, yeah. And as soon as he left the room we fed them to the dog.
Lillian: Do you think that's what killed the dog?
Jill: [laughs] Well, it was sweet of him to do it for us. And nice of him to pass his cooking skills along to me.