Meemaw: And get this, Gerald fell again. Wrist this time. That man's got more pins in him than a tailor's mouth.
Mimsy: He never learned how to fall the right way. Too proud.
Phil: Wait, there's a right way to fall?
Claire: Really? A follow-up?
Mimsy: Resist the temptation to break the fall with the hands. Land on your bottom. Aim for the meat, not the bone. [falls back]
Phil: Oh... Mimsy! [guests gasp]
Mimsy: See? Good as new. My dear husband, such a gentleman. He always opens the bathtub door for me.