It's over—oh, yes, it is over!
Me and snow—we're through!
It was years of bliss, y'know. We had some good stuff and good times. I could show you pictures of the snow angels I made, but I am done. Done! […] I am with you now, buddy, a hundred percent.
Snow is nothing but annoying, icy, frozen water stuff that "falls out of the sky at inconvenient times"! It's Mother Nature's icy "Screw you, Lorelai Gilmore." […] [to some falling snow] Oh, no, no!, don't try to make up with me now! You and me are through! [swats hands at said snow] You—stupid—hate—you!
[Emily calls Richard from main house; in pool house, Richard picks up the phone]
There's a dog on the patio!
I'm sorry. You sound agitated.
Well, there's a dog on the patio.
Inside! Richard, do something!
I can't see it from here.
Well, he’s here nonetheless, and he’s looking at me! Richard, the dog is looking at me!
I’m holding, but what are we going to—Richard? [to the dog] Shoo! Shoo! [Richard is out on the patio; they continue talking on the phone.] Now do you believe me?
Well, I wasn't doubting you, Emily; I just couldn't see it.
Emily [pointing at the fire poker in his hand]: What is that?
Oh, you made it sound like it was a rabid beast, so I came prepared.
I don't see any froth on his mouth.
I see a collar but no tags. That isn't very smart.
You're getting too close.
Well, what should I do? It's freezing out here. We can't let it roam around.
Well it can't come into the house.
Why someone would fail to put a tag on a dog—
Take it to the pool house.
Well, that's why we have it.
We have a pool house for stray dogs? Love the innuendo, Emily. Fine. I will take him into the pool house.
Thank you, Richard. I came out and he was just sitting there.
Well, I can't get a visual from this angle.
Dog! I want you to come with me. Come along, dog! [dog gets up, follows Richard to pool house]
The floor's a little wet, are we getting the mats out?
That's impossible; we ordered them eight months ago. We got confirmation.
They were back-ordered and due within two weeks. Two weeks turned into eight months, and all we have to show for it is our special yellow back-order receipt. Such cheap paper they use at the mat place. That should have been a clue.
I would advise that you change our cancellation policy. These people cancel and have to pay nothing.
I hate charging people for cancelling. It's too corporate. We’re doing things differently here.
Oh, yes. Bankruptcy will be fun and different. Be sure to file for it while it's snowing, won't you? We'll go down to bankruptcy court in a horse-drawn sleigh.
We have another problem. The Goldfarbs are missing.
The Goldfarbs? Our Goldfarbs?
The ones you recommended to go cross-country skiing this morning.
Right. So they’re out skiing.
They said they would be back by noon promptly. Well, it's past noon, and their friends are here to meet them for lunch, but the Goldfarbs are erwol.
What do I care, I'm French. The point is, we strapped wooden sticks to the feet of a fat orthodontist and a woman with ugly chunky jewelry, and we lost them!
