"I don't care what you've heard, Noah, I trust Michael Fish."

"Ouch! Bet that stings, Harold."

"Pull yourself together, Mona. How can I paint you with all that giggling? Okay, I'll put my pants back on."

"Aw, Joan, couldn't you have gone before? You've put the fire out."

"Now Lizzie, you know you shouldn't be playing with that axe."

"We're in luck, darling. I got the last two tickets. The Titanic sails tomorrow."