- Carl Winslow: I could be your Geoffrey.
- Harriette Winslow: I could be your Tawny.
- Carl Winslow: [sucks stomach in] Can I give you a neck rub?
- Harriette Winslow: After I draw your bath.
- [they start upstairs, then Carl stops and turns around]
- Harriette Winslow: What is it, Carl?
- Carl Winslow: Well, before I can truly be Geoffrey,
- [stops holding stomach in and drops shoulders]
- Carl Winslow: first I gotta be Carl and eat that roast.