- Francine Smith: Roger, what the hell did you do? Where's Meredith?
- Roger: Francine, everything's fine now. I put her on a barge, and now I'm her.
- Francine Smith: A barge? You can't take someone's life like this!
- Roger: Oh, Franny, we'd draw pictures with red oceans and green skies and be who we wanted! And then play in the sprinklers till Mama called us for supper.
- Francine Smith: Are you having a stroke right now? Forget it. I'm stopping this.
- Roger: That's barge talk, Francine.
- Francine Smith: Roger, I am not going to sit here and
- [Foghorn blares; Cut to Francine on a barge]
- Francine Smith: Son of a bitch! He barged me.
- Francine Smith: Meredith, are you okay?
- Meredith: Some lunatic kidnapped me and dumped me here.
- Francine Smith: Yeah, that's my friend. She's stolen your life. She's running your gala. Oh, and she may be having relations with your husband.
- Meredith: No! My gala!
- Roger: [while fleeing down the cliff and running into Francine] Oh, Hi Frannie. How was the barge?
- Francine Smith: Honestly? Pretty Great.