Flossie, supper's ready.

I'm starving. Oh, my God. Oh, David, huh? I'm sure it's divine. Or, uh, are you afraid of me? A man's job. I would call them the rear guard. Yeah, for a long time. Sure I can. Look at my leg, Flossie. What kind of a thing is this? Well, sis, what are you doing here? Serves her right. Oh, that's great. And that's the kind of work I want to do…