A shadow can be seen passing by in the lower left corner of the screen right before the black cat runs across the tv table. With Marcy sitting on the couch and Peggy standing in the back of the room, the shadow could have only been that off a crew member.
Marcy: Steve, I just want you to know I love you. And if only one of us has to go, I hope it's me. (Steve is frozen with fear) Don't you feel the same way?
Steve: If that's what you want, I hope it's you, too.
Marcy: I'm not going to New York, Steve.
Steve: C'mon, honey, it's good for your career.
Marcy: No, Steve. Spiraling down to earth in a fiery Hell is not really good for my career.
(Al sits down. Olga closes her eyes and concentrates)
Al: Is that in the cards?
Olga: No. I smell your feet.
Al: Well, I can smell cheap scotch on your breath. Read me my fortune, what else do you sense?
Olga: Unfortunately I see good fortune for you. Something linked to the color green.
Al: What do I have that's green?
Peggy: Your teeth.
Al: (to Olga) Can't I have a death, like Steve?
Peggy: You know, our kids are growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday they were only stealing from us.
(Marcy has caught Kelly and Bud stealing gasoline out of their car)
Marcy: Peggy, can't you talk some sense into them?
Peggy: (to Kelly and Bud) Kids, you know the speech, you did a bad thing, blah, blah, don't do it again.
Peggy: Steve and Marcy throw a nice party, don't they?
Al: Well, it would have been nicer if we were actually invited. You know, Peg, I didn't like those people very much, bunch of boring bankers. They just kept staring at me.
Peggy: Well, you did overflow the toilet and not tell anyone.
Al: I don't tell anyone when I do it here! But you gotta give me credit, I did try to liven things up!
Peggy: You know, I don't think a bankers' party is the right place to stand on the buffet and yell, "Hey, let's wet down the wives' T-shirts and rate their hooters!"
Madam Olga: I feel very strong vibrations here.
Al: (To Peg) Did you leave your toy running under the couch again?