The Happiest Millionaire1967

[the alligators are frozen solid in their pools]

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
[panicking] JOHN! My alligators! Look at my alligators! JOHN!

John Lawless:
Yes, sir, you yelled, sir? [sees the alligators, rushes to help]

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
[closing windows] Why are these windows open?

John Lawless:
[also closing windows] Must've been the new maid, sir.

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
WHAT new maid?

Mrs. Cordelia Biddle:
Her name is Florence, dear, she started this afternoon.

John Lawless:
She was complaining about the smell.

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
What smell?

John Lawless:
Well, the alligators, they do have a certain...

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
[threateningly] WHAT? [John looks at Mrs. Biddle for help]

Mrs. Cordelia Biddle:
[soothingly] We're accustomed to it, dear.

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
Oh.

John Lawless:
[closing the last window] She probably decided to give the room an airing, and forgot to close up again.

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
[angrily] Well, of all the stupid, idiotic... Get an axe!

Mrs. Cordelia Biddle:
[shocked] Anthony!

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle:
Not for Florence, for the alligators! Maybe they're still alive in there, we'll chop 'em out!