Rodney: “Max left for London without giving me his investments and I’ve got a 5 o’clock deadline.  Can you write me a check?”

C.C.: “Noo  Nooooooo, she cannot!”

Rodney: “Why not?  You’re his wife, aren’t you?”

Fran: “Yes, Rodney.  Yes, I am!”

C.C.: “Yes, but I am his business partner and I’m in charge of the money!”

Fran: “Yes, but this is a private investment made by Max and myself!”

C.C.: “Well I’m in charge of that too because…you’re stupid!”

Fran: “Now Miss Babcock, my husband wants in on this deal and I am just doing what he would want.  How much do you need?”

Rodney: “An even million.”

C.C.: (gasps) “A million, GIVE ME THAT CHECKBOOOOK!”

Fran: “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Oh look, Rodney’s checking out your tush!”

C.C.: “Oh really?”