Uncle Orville sat in the bathtub, reading the broadsheet.
It was a hot Fourth of July.
Except it wasn't.
But he was in the second show scene, so he had to act as though it was. For him, every day is the Fourth of July.
And all he wants is privacy!
Privacy from intruding family members bringing in hundreds and thousands of "friends" each day. All seeing him in his bathtub. Wearing only an Uncle Sam hat.
And for what?
There really is no privacy to be had around this place.
Bring on the 1940s. Maybe then there'll be privacy.