Mrs. Quail: You're home late.
Mr. Quail: I know, I'm sorry.
Mrs. Quail: You're out of breath!
Mr. Quail: I know. I just got back from the Armstrong place with the guys.
Mrs. Quail: The Armstrong place? How many times have I warned you and your buddies not to hang out there?
Mr. Quail: I know. You're right. But you'll never guess what happened to us today...
Mrs. Quail: This better be good.
Mr. Quail: (laughs) It is, Marilyn. It is!
