Bob: Knock, knock!
Moira: Team?
Twyla: Um, a firefighter with back pain?
Moira: No, try again.
Bob: Knock, knock!
Jocelyn: A vacuum salesman? I don't know.
Moira: Bob, try to communicate what's written on the paper.
Bob: Is-is there a bell I could ring? You know, I don't, I don't wanna be rude, but uh, they could be having dinner.