Phil:
Nancy! What are you doing here?
Nancy:
I'm late. I missed my period.
Phil:
What?
Nancy:
I was at work and on my break and I took one of those home pregnancy tests from Aisle 11.
Phil:
The ones that are on special?
Nancy:
Yes, and it came up blue!
Arlene:
Why is she telling you this, Phil?
Phil:
Because... because I'm her boss! And... we have a health plan!
Arlene:
You son of a bitch, you had a thing with this little girl in my father's store?
Phil:
No...no!
Nancy:
It was in his car! And I'm not a little girl, I'm 20.
Phil:
Oh, Jesus.
Arlene:
Get out of this house, you little whore!
Phil:
Hey! I will not permit you to talk to her that way.
Arlene:
Fine. I'll tell my father what you did!
Phil:
No, do not call Mr Levine! Hey! Put down that phone...
[struggles to take the phone from her}
Arlene:
You're crazy!
Phil:
That's right - not having sex for 12 years will do that to a person!
[phone jack is torn from the wall]
Mitch:
My phone!
Arlene:
[leaving the room] I'll call from the bedroom.
Phil:
The bedroom? How the hell would you know where the bedroom is?
Arlene:
[from the other room] I'm calling...
Phil:
Go ahead, call him, I'm sure he's home! It's his night to meet with the other escaped Nazis, isn't it?
Arlene:
I hate you!
Phil:
I hate you more! If hate were people, I'd be China!
Mitch:
[awkward pause] Let's bring out the cake! [to Nancy] Want some?