Batten down the hatches, young'un! There'll be a storm tonight.
Well, the radio said it was clearing up.
[scoffs]
"Radio"? I feel it in my knees. My knees never lie.
[runs in the room]
Guess what, Mrs. Bird? We found a bear!
Uh-huh.
A real bear from Peru!
Oh, that's nice, dear.
[confused]
You don't seem very surprised.
Oh, I was surprised when they came up with the microwave oven. [glares at a microwave oven] And I still don't trust you.


