Brenda: (looks at phone as it's ringing, sighs) How do they always know? (answers it) Hi Mama. How are you?...I'm good. I'm at work, but I have a minute. Is everything all right?... (Fritz enters) Great Aunt Who? Mama, is this someone I've even met?...No, I just ran upstairs and I'm out of breath. ... I don't know where Santa Clarita is.
Fritz: It's just north of here.
Brenda: (shushes him) Alright, I'll send her a get well card or something. Can you spell the last name? E-U-L-E-S-S...Mama, I have never met this woman before in my life, I swear...Well, what's wrong with her?...Oh for heaven's sake. If she's been in a coma for two years, how much worse can she get?...Look, I can't talk about this right now because I'm about to, um, interview a serial killer who just stabbed 30 people to death. Alright, alright. OK. Bye!