Oscar: Good morning. [clears throat]
Angela: Oscar? [sighs] Can I ask you a question?
Oscar: [soflty] Of course, ask me a que- questions.
Angela: Is it cool in here to you?
Oscar: [hoarsely] Yes, a little bit. [normal voice] Yes.
Angela: I think the thermostat is acting up again.
Oscar: It's the stupid thermostat! That thing is a catastrophe. So I'm gonna, um, on your suggestion, get someone to fix it. I'll just go downstairs.
Angela: Thank you.
Oscar: No, thank you, Angela.
[aside to camera:]
Oscar: She doesn't know. I shouldn't be surprised. This is a woman who married a man who is obviously a homosexual. [Angela appears in the window behind Oscar, giving him evils, while holding a long pair of scissors] Basically, she has her head in the sand. In a way I feel sorry for her. I guess the universe rewards true love.