E.B.
Fred, I've just had an idea. When I'm a famous rock star, I'm going to buy a mansion just like this, and make you sleep in the garage in a topsy-turvy switcheroo. What do you think?
Fred
Oh, man. My sister's here!
E.B.
You never told me you had a sister. There's still so much we don't know about each other, Fred.
Fred
Oh, man. If she goes upstairs, I'm dead.
E.B.
Why?
Fred
Why? Let me take you back to this morning when you flooded the bathroom and you trashed the bedroom. Remember that?
E.B.
Fred, leave this to me. I'll smooth it out with her. Ow! Hey!
Fred
Look at me. One word out of you, and it's rabbit season. You got it? Okay, I'm going to run interference. I need you to sneak upstairs and clean up, quietly.
