George

The cabin.. (Laughs nervously) Well.. (Pauses as he thinks of a way to break the news, then decides to pass it off) Susan?

Susan

Uhh.. about the cabin..

Ross

(Cutting her off) I love that place. My father built that cabin in 1947. My mother was recuperating from Impetigo at the time, and dad thought it would be a good idea to get her out into the fresh air. She died there the following winter. And he passed away 10 years later to the day. His last words to me were, (Mrs. Ross, bored out of her mind, has obviously heard this story a million times - she mouths the words as Mr. Ross says them) 'Cherish the cabin.' Not, uh, 'Take care of your sister.' (Adding) She's a paraplegic. But, 'Cherish the cabin.' (Smiling, reflecting) And I have.. for 45 years. It's often been a.. sanctuary for me.

George

(Annoyingly butting in) Kinda like Superman's fortress of solitude.

Ross

What?