Oliver?
Yes, Lisa?
Vhen vill this bedroom be finally finished?
When the Monroe Brothers get their act together and finish it, that's when!
You mean they don't have their act together, yet?
No, they don't!
So, vhen vill they get their act together?
That's what I've been wondering about for the last several weeks! Now, will you go to sleep, please?
Oliver?
Yes, Lisa?
Arnold vill be turning 10, soon. I vas thinking of getting a gift for him. Vould that be nice?
Yes. I'll get a bag of pig feed for him at Mr. Drucker's, tomorrow.
No, I think it should be something more specialler than that.
Well, what would you like to get him?
A set of diamond cufflinks.
DIAMOND CUFFLINKS?!
That's vright.
No!
Vry not, Oliver?
Two reasons: One: he doesn't wear shirts.
And two?
He's a pig, that's why! Now, go to sleep, Lisa!
Oliver?
What now, Lisa?
I've been thinking about our son.
You mean Eb? He's not our son!
He's my adopotive son!
Well, what about him?
I don't think he should sleep in the barn. It's not vright!
Well, where else can he sleep?
He could sleep here, vith us.
NO WAY!
Vell, he could sleep in the living voom.
No, that would be almost as bad! Listen, that area he sleeps in is very nice. So don't worry about him and get some sleep.
All vight.
Oliver?
What now, Lisa?
Vhy did you return that dress I bought from Mr. Haney back to him?
Because it's a rag that you paid $150 for, that's why!
But he said it vas an original from France!
It said "Made in Hong Kong" on the tag!
It did?
Yes! It's worth…$20, at most. Mr. Haney is a con artist!
I didn't know he's an artist.
A con artist! That means he scams people.
Oh!
I'll take you to Pixley tomorrow and get you a dress, how about that?
Ok, Oliver.
Oliver?
What now?
I can't sleep.
Neither can I!
Could you do a little favor for me?
What's that?
Could you rub my feets?
Rub your feets—er, your feet?
Yes. It'll help me sleep.
Well, if it'll help you sleep, sure, why not!
Oh, that feels wonderful!
It does?
Yes! Do here, please…and here…you have nice hands, Oliver.
You have nice feet, Lisa!
You really think so? Thanks! Keep doing it for a while, please.
I will….wonderful, she's asleep, at last!
Oliver?
What now?!
I love you.
I love you too, Lisa.
Thank you for the foots rub.
You're welcome.
Night.
Night.