Fana fo Fady.

These Scifo Maiti Katie.

Yeah, I'll leave.

Oh, bali banana.

Hello, What are you doing here?

What am I doing?

What are you doing here?

Well, I got kicked out of my apartment and I had no place to go.

I would have called you right away.

Except, you know, you just never told me where you lived or where your office was.

Even.

You're the waitress.

Gwen, well, excuse me, But I thought we'd been introduced.

No, I recognized you were wearing that Hungarian garb.

Well, I had to get out of that place because Caroline I had a real difference of opinion of exactly when he could come into my apartment unannounced and exactly where he could put his hands while he was there didn't have any friends you could go to.

I told you I'd only been in boston for three weeks.

I didn't know anybody.

All I had was that cute little drawing you did of this house.

Yeah, I knew it was in Dobbs Mill and I knew that, you know, we're just sitting here, not doing anything.

Where did all this furniture come from?

Big Alos.

How did it get here?

Some sort of furniture stampede?

I'll pay you back.

Pay me back, boo boo.

No, come on, honey.

The men are coming tomorrow to put in the dog door.

What is happening?

Well, if you're just listening, I'm listening.

I'm listening.

All right.

I was hungry.

Okay, So I went to killers market to just pick up some peanut butter and stuff.

And that's where I overheard hazel telling Travis hazel hazel Byron, you know?

Mrs Byron?

Yeah.

Your piano teacher.

Great gal.

I don't know if you heard about her son Stewie but what he put that poor woman through?

Wait a minute.

Go back to the party at the grocery store where Mrs Byron says to Mr Keller.

Okay, so she told him to just put it on her account, charged the groceries to me.

Well I was hungry now.

Come on.

You got to understand that.

What you tell him?

How did you get him to do it?

Well, I guess he was under the impression that I was insane.

No, I just told him to go ahead and put it on our account.

Our account.

Well it seemed harmless.

You told him you were my wife.

What was I supposed to do?

You tell me?

And he believed you.

And why wouldn't he believe me?

Well, what's the matter?

I'm not good enough to be your wife.

No.

Well, Travis thinks I'm good enough and harvey and Lorraine.

Think I'm good enough this coffee table.

What about it?

It's my mother's I know it's not my taste either.

But all of this represents a compromise.

You know your mother, my parents think we're married.

Hey?

It's not so bad.

Come on.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Would you mind taking your feet off the furniture?