Drop Dead Fred1991

Nigel:
[confused for a minute, then pleased to hear about Drop Dead Fred] Honey, why do you call him Drop Dead Fred?

Young Elizabeth:
[sweetly] Because that's his name, daddy, and Drop Dead Fred is going to teach me how to cook today. [this makes Nigel very happy to know about Drop Dead Fred and the cooking as Lizzie continues] I'm going to need flour and sugar and honey and vodka and a pair of your pants. We're making pants pie. Ouch!

Polly:
[confused] Vodka and pants pie, huh? God knows what else?

Nigel:
But she's only a kid, Polly.

Young Elizabeth:
Daddy, how about we throw Mommy out the window? It won't hurt her. She will land right in the gladiolas. [then she gets tickled by Nigel]

Nigel:
[trying not to laugh] You shouldn't say things like that about your mother, or she might cut your head off.

Polly:
[upset] Very funny, Elizabeth! Sometimes I think I don't love you as much as I used to.

Young Elizabeth:
But, Mom, Drop Dead Fred does.

Polly:
[angrily] No more Drop Dead Fred! Period!