Carrie: Hi, hi! Guess who's here and can stay a week.
Jill: A week?
Carrie: Oh, Jill. You look great. So wholesome, like an ad for oatmeal. Nobody can pull off that suburban housewife look like my big sis.
Jill: Tim, a whole week.
Carrie: Timmy! Come on over here and give me a big wet one.
Marty: Carrie, I don't think you've met my wife.
Carrie: I don't think I've met you.
Marty: Actually, you have. A couple... eight, nine times.
Jill: Marty and Nancy. And these are their twins, Claire and Gracie.
Carrie: Oh! Brothers, babies, boxes. I love this. It is so nice to know that there are still people like my sister leading their simple little lives in their cute little houses, making delicious little meals.
Jill: I hate her little comments.
Tim: She's not talking about you. It must be another sister. She said "delicious meals."