Blanche: Why don't you say good night to your friend and I'll meet you in the kitchen?
Lucy: Uh, Aunt Blanche, wait. I wasn't gonna say good night to Ed. I was just stopping by to pick up a few things.
Blanche: What?
Ed: Well, it was on the way. I'm in that new complex over on Lakefront. By the way, I'm Ed Collins, Miami Vice.
Blanche: Miami what?
Lucy: Vice. Ed's with the police department.
Blanche: Oh. I thought he was with the university. No, actually, before you left last night, I thought he was the doctor from the plane and Dorothy explained to me that he was the university interviewer.
Lucy: Oh, no, that was Michael, the guy I flew to the Bahamas with. I just met Ed at the airport. He arrested Michael for transporting marijuana from the islands. [sighs] Boy, you think you know somebody.
Blanche: I see. Well, Ed picking up Michael was doing his job. You picking up Ed is something I think the two of us have to discuss. Ed, it's been a real pleasure. Good night. Lucy, you're grounded for the rest of your stay here.
Lucy: Aunt Blanche, wait. You're embarrassing me. Now, why don't you get a good night's sleep, and we'll talk when I get home tomorrow?
Blanche: I don't think you heard what I said. You are not going anywhere.
Lucy: Aunt Blanche, I'm 20 years old. I'm going where ever I please. Come on, Ed.
Blanche: You walk out that door, missy, you can forget about coming back! Lucy! Lucy!