Claire: Fine. I will change the lightbulb in the kitchen. You can put away this nice, soft, fluffy laundry.
Phil: All right.
Claire: Don't worry. There's not even any zippers or buttons. Nothing sharp in there. Wouldn't want you to lose a finger in a tragic folding incident. [doorbell rings]
Phil: Oh, hey. I was putting away that harmless laundry when I stepped on Luke's skateboard, rolled out the screenless window, and landed in the hedge. But you're right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the underwear.