Dorothy: Rose, why are you cleaning the kitchen? This is Marguerite's job.
Rose: Dorothy, I know exactly what you're going to say, but I talked to Marguerite on the phone and this time she has a really good excuse for being late.
Dorothy: Fine, what is it?
Rose: [sighs] She had to go pluck a hair from the chin of a dwarf.
Dorothy: And you fell for that old excuse.