bob: You mean a place to oversleep?
isaiah:(picking up a frilly pink throw pillow): Throw pillows, Coach?
(Enter Alice, carrying a tray of drinks and snacks.)
alice:(gesturing toward her husband): No, Bob throws chairs. (She holds up a glass pitcher.) Punch, anyone?
bob: Not since this morning. But the guy was asking for it.
alice: (offering snacks): Nuts, Isaiah?
isaiah: I used to be, but I'm better now.
alice: Well, you must stay for dinner, dear. How do you like your potatoes?
bob: (brandishing a length of leather): Whipped.
alice: I'm talking to our guest.Isaiah?