Kitty: [on the phone] So she's gonna be out the whole week? Well, you don't drink and go ice fishing. That is just common sense. No, no, no. It's fine. I'll be happy to pick up her shifts. Okay. Uh-huh. Bye. [hangs up]
Red: Oh, jeez, Kitty, you work so hard as it is. I don't want you working double shifts.
Kitty: Well, Red, we need the money. It's not every week that Charlene's gonna get septicemia from a rusty hook. We have gotta take advantage of that.
Red: Well, I don't like it.
Kitty: Oh, you know... If I'm gonna be working nights, I'd better put some meals together for you and the boys.
Red: Oh, come on, Kitty. I'm not helpless. I think I can get these guys some dinner.
Kitty: Okay. Yeah. Um... I'm sure you'll be great. Fire extinguisher's in the garage.