[Blanche has been feeling guilty about keeping a bed she ordered that the company didn't charge her enough for. The doorbell rings and Fred walks in wearing his Mr. Policeman outfit.]
Oh, thank God! I can't live with myself anymore. Take me!
Dorothy, please, stay out of this. I know what's best. Just slap the handcuffs on me, the bed's this way.
[Fred shrugs and follows her down the hallway but first stops and turns to everyone sitting in the living room.]
F Fred
Y'know what's funny? I was supposed to be Mr. Mailman today.
Oh Dorothy, I'm glad you're here. Meet Mr. Terrific.
Oh, Mr. Terrific. Meet Mrs. Severely Depressed.
Girls, you won't believe what happened to me this afternoon. I met Mr. Terrific!
Rose, don't be so quick to judge. I thought I had met Mr. Terrific. Turned out there was also a Mrs. Terrific. I found myself ducking a Mr. Vase.
[seeing Mr. Terrific on the ledge] How's he doing?
I'll be honest. Right now, Squeaky Fromme has a better grasp on reality.
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