Sidra

I think you're both mentally ill. (leaves, then opens the door again.) And by the way...they're real, and they're spectacular. (Sidra leaves.)

Betsy

Stop it, George! Get out! Get out! I never want to see you again!

Allenwood

Go back to New York! Get out!

George

Well, you see, what happened was...the doctor - the very same doctor that was attending to my late aunt - suffered an untimely stroke, and lost the use of his right hand, so...obviously I was unable to get the death certificate. However, I do have this. (Reaches inside his coat and takes out a Polaroid photo.)

George

That's a picture of me next to the coffin.