Roger (entering the kitchen in suit and tie): Ooh. Hot apple pie. Now that’s the way to start off a week.
Janet: The pie is not for you. (swats Roger’s hand away)
Roger: Ah, come on. Just one tiny little slice?
Trina (enters … naked): Oh for Pete’s sake Janet. Let the man have some pie. God knows the poor guy can use a little pie. (scoops some pie on a finger and feeds it to Roger).
(It’s just a dream …)