George

(proffering glasses) I hope prune juice is alright. It's the only thing I had that was chilled.

Sylvia

Fine.

George

I'm sorry about that lock on the liquor cabinet. The combination musta just flown outta my head. It's a mental block.

Sylvia

(regarding photo) Ahh! Is this your son in the bubble bath?

George

(bashful) No, that's me.