Claire: You're bathing with them now?
Phil: They waddled into the garage and got oil on them. And then when they were in here by themselves, all they wanted to do was horse around, so...
Claire: I spent the morning in Berkeley and the afternoon in Portland. I deserve to feel clean again. But now the nice, soothing tub that I've been dreaming about all day is filled with feathers and motor oil and probably bird flu. So, no. No. You just sit tight, and I will use the hose in the backyard.