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[ High-pitched Voice ] I had to run to get here ahead of him so we could really...
You know, Stanley, I'm still waiting for you...
I'm so sorry about all this, Mrs. Roper.
- What's that? - In 30 minutes, turn off the oven and take my cake out.
Somebody gave me a free lunch.
- $150 a week? - That's right.
And what about the housekeeping money?
Well, I don't blame you for not wanting to be one of those.
I-I-I enjoy staying home...
Oh, yeah. Jack's breakfast. Eggs Benedict.
Yeah, maybe he didn't see you.
It's not your business, it's not your business.
There was a chef named Eggs Benedict? [ Coughing ]
She's got a point there.
Okay, you're on your own.
What?
Okay, that's fine. I'll take over now, thank you.
Too late? What do you mean, too late?
You get a job? What can you do?
Something we can do for you, Mrs. Roper?
Let me put it this way: yes.
you'll spill it all over yourself.
You wouldn't have to depend on Mr. Roper for anything.
Would you like some more coffee, Chrissy? No, thanks.
Only after it quieted down...
Oh, I-I-I just remembered, I hadn't had my daily jog yet.
She's gonna get $150 a week.
Of course, I'll still expect you to help me out around the house.
I didn't think you guys ran. I thought you all flew.