Kitty: Who was that, dear?
Red: My mother. Seems like Uncle Paul broke his ankle and she's going to church with us today. [clears throat]
Kitty: No, she's not. It's Paul's turn to take her.
Red: Well, like I said, he broke his ankle.
Kitty: Broken ankle, whatever. It's his turn.
Red: Kitty, the man is injured.
Kitty: Okay. That is just great. I will just take a chicken out of the freezer because queen Bernice doesn't like ham.