Christine St. George: Why is there no orange juice in my mini-fridge?
Jackie: I'll stock you right now.
Christine St. George: No, dear. That would be the answer to the question, "When are you going to stock it?" My question was, "Why is it empty?"
Jackie: Um, brownie?
Christine St. George: I want my orange juice. I don't want your leftovers. Do I look like a homeless person to you?
Jackie: Oh, oh! All I wanted you to do was just to try a brownie.
Christine St. George: Oh, all right, you big baby. I'll have one of your brownies. [eats] Hmm, this is pretty good.
Jackie: Really?
Christine St. George: Mmm-hmm.
Jackie: Well, thank you. Um... All right, well, I also made up your schedule for tomorrow.
Christine St. George: Oh, did you? Good. Oh, good job. Oh, yeah.
Jackie: Really?
Christine St. George: Mmm-hmm.
Jackie: Great. Okay, well, they canceled your appearance with the boy who fell down the well.
Christine St. George: Ah, thank God. Why are we celebrating that? The boy is just clumsy. Listen. I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. Oh, you must think I'm a complete psycho.
Jackie: It was completely my fault. I should have just moved out of the way when you threw that script at me.
Christine St. George: No, no, not at all, because if you had, the script would have gone flying right past you and might have hit somebody important.