Maura

George, I listened to your arguments, and they were rambling and flimsy. I'm not convinced. Come on, get dressed and let's get some dinner.

George

(pauses to consider this then gives in) All right. (starts heading towards bedroom)

Maura

(picking up the apple) Eww, Mr. Apple. You have a brown spot. (George freezes, shakes his head, and continues walking)

Elaine

So, this is your little... love nest? (laughs)

Glenn

It's nothing special, just a little place I keep.