Mr. Ross: The cabin burned?
George: [laughs] Yeah, burned. Whoo!
Mrs. Ross: [laughing] Burned!
Mr. Ross: Was anything found? Was it all burned to the ground?! Did they find anything?
Susan Ross: No. Nothing.
Mrs. Ross: [laughing] Nothing! Ha, ha, ha.
[A devastated Mr. Ross gets up and slowly walks out of the room]
George: But, you know, Mr. Ross, if... If you look at the whole situating, what with it being your cigars, and everything, it's really rather ironic. One might even say, in a sense, comical. [Mrs. Ross laughs] Really. Think about it.