Blanche: Just relax, Dorothy, sometimes they just randomly audit people. It doesn't mean there's a problem.
Stan: There's a problem.
Blanche: Oh, that's too bad. Pass the meatballs.
Stan: Dorothy, I take total blame for this. I know it's a bummer, but no matter what comes down, we're in this together, babe. Of course, I won't know till we reconstruct our finances, but the way I figure it we will probably have to pay a small fee.
Rose: That doesn't sound so bad.
Stan: Unless we get a prison term. But don't worry about it, I'll come by tomorrow night, we'll sit down and go over all the receipts. Pass the Parmesan-
Dorothy: I will not. Now get out, Stanley.
Stan: Calm down. I can eat it plain.