Hilary: What is that smell?
Hattie: Watch your step. The floor is wet.
Philip: Mother, what are you doing?
Hattie: I'm picking apples from a cherry tree. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm giving your floor a good hand scrubbing.
Vivian: That's Geoffrey's job.
Hattie: No, it ain't.
Geoffrey: [enters] I have begun the mulch pile, madam.
Hattie: Fine, Geoffrey, I'll be out to look at it directly, right after I flip the mattresses.
Philip: Hold on, Mama. Geoffrey?
Geoffrey: Sorry, sir, but she threatened me with a whupping.