Karen: I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm Karen from across the street.
Geoffrey: [inner monologue] Hot diggity dog, where have you been all my life? [out loud] You're from the Geller's? I'm Geoffrey, the Banks' butler. May I help you?
Karen: [inner monologue] That's not all you can do, Mr. French. [out loud] I was wondering if you could lend me a cup of Lysol?
Geoffrey: Where's the regular housekeeper, Rose? [inner monologue] Like I give a damn.
Karen: She's on vacation. [inner monologue] Like I give a damn. [out loud] Anyway, I dropped some jam on the parquet floor.
Geoffrey: If I may be so bold, you might try liquid wax and a very fine steel wool.
Karen: I haven't met a man who knew so much about cleaning since my late husband.
Geoffrey: Late? I'm so sorry. [inner monologue] Ya-hoo! [out loud] Would you care to join me for some tea?
Karen: Well, perhaps I could have one cup. Ooh, the croissants look good. [inner monologue] And your buns aren't bad either.
Geoffrey: [inner monologue] Nice buns. [out loud] Buns?
Karen: You read my mind.