Phil: Oh, good. You're back. How's Claire seem?
Higgins: I'm sorry?
Phil: You must have seen her out there. Is she mad? W-what's she doing?
Higgins: Uh, she's dusting, sir.
Phil: Oh, she always cleans when she's mad. Do me a favor. Bring her a drink and tell her to get comfortable on the couch.
Higgins: She's- She's allowed on the furniture, is she? [chuckles]
Phil: She's my wife.