[hiding a photo from Rita]

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! [to Francis, who is eating chocolates in her bed] And YOU. Tubby. OFF THE BED! [sees Einstein sniffing her perfume] Get away from there, you-- [gets some blown in her face] All right, that does it, you yo-yos clear off, AND I MEAN NOW!!! [like a damsel in distress] WIN-STON! Bark! Bark!