Claire: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Phil: It's okay. Maybe they didn't see anything.
Claire: Sweetie, they screamed. They dropped a tray of dishes and they ran out of here like they were on fire.
Phil: You were on fire, lady.
Claire: Really? You're still going?
Phil: Forgive me for thinking your zesty performance deserves some praise.
Claire: Phil, our children are downstairs right now, and they're probably traumatized.