How's your sore throat, honey?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, I met her that day at that fancy girls' school.

How do you do?

How are you, Granny?

How are you, my sweet?

I can't get over how she's helped us with this coming out party.

That's your point, but I wouldn't put it just that way.

You're dead on your feet.

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

By the way, where's your wife?

Your hair does look gorgeous, dear.

Your hair does look gorgeous, Claude.

Feast your baby blues on this.

You only want the elite at your party.

Well, it looks as though your wife has won.

Don't worry about splashing gopher gravy on your good clothes.

I couldn't.

Yes, it is a wonderful opportunity for the Clabberts, but I did want to ask you if... Well, they do need social direction, and I know how good you are at giving parties, and... Well, would you help them?

Well, your wife's ought to need a few more corn shucks around.