Philip: No, dear, I'm talking about this note here. "Dear Vivian and Zeke, I'm going over to my new friend's to play cards. Love, Mama."
Vivian: Your mother went over to Mrs. Sweeting's? I don't believe it.
Philip: I hate to say I told you so.
Vivian: Then don't. Help me turn down the bed instead.
Philip: I mean, why shouldn't they hit it off? They're both about the same age.
Vivian: So are you and Mick Jagger.