Tighter, Mary Ann. This dress won’t fit without a twenty two inch waist, although just once I’d like to see you down to twenty. You have your father’s unfortunate bones, you know, and we must be vigilant if we’re to keep from having his figure, too.

(laughing) Can you imagine? *You* running a bakery? Why... you'd become an elephant! You can hardly control your sweet tooth as it is!

No, no, darling, it’s fine. It’s just— (She bursts into sobs) We didn’t know where you were, and there was…there was…an attack! (sniffles)