Eleanor: The Lord claimed the seventh day for rest and I claim the sixth for myself. Haven't you worked long enough?
John: I'm yours.
John: Ah, Chief Ironside, my wife Eleanor.
Eleanor: Mrs. Fredericks.
John: I'm sure you've come to remind me that the day is almost gone.
Eleanor: I'll just steal you for dinner.
Ironside: (clearing his throat) Theft is a punishable offense. I don't want to witness it.