now, we'll be back on sunday, number's on the fridge, don't drive the jaguar and tell consuela my underwear does not go in the dishwasher.
well, that's everything. kiss noise.
bye-bye, bobby!
do you know what time it is?
i knew this thing was slow.
you pay a fortune for something.  honey, come on, we're gonna be late.
dinner's in the fridge, stay away from the jag, we'll be back by twelve.
buffy, honey?
have you gained a few pounds? maybe it's that outfit.
what's bobby gonna say?
aren't we the chatty ones. kiss noise.