Estelle

I always talk about your hands - how they're so soft and milky white..

Frank

No! You never said milky white!

Estelle

(Getting angry) I said milky white!

George

(To Estelle) Scissor. (She gets the scissors from the coffee table and hands them to George with the point facing him) Don't hand them to me with the point facing out!

Estelle

I'm sorry.