Ross

(Laughing out loud) Burned! (George laughs with her)

Ross

Was anything found? Was it all burned to the ground?! Did they find anything?

Susan

(Solemn) No. Nothing.

Ross

(Laughing, she's obviously getting a kick out of her husband's misfortune) Nothing! Ha, ha, ha.

George

Eh, but, you know, Mr. Ross, if - if you look at the whole situating, what with it being your cigars, and everything, it's really rather ironic - one might even say, in a sense, comical.. (Mr. Ross has, by now, left the room. Mrs. Ross is pointing at George, nodding, laughing. As if to say he hit the bullseye. George calls out to Mr. Ross) Really. Think about it.