Fred: Hey, Mother-in-Law! Here I am, sweetie.
Wilma's mother: Oh, no! He's been dippin' into the cactus juice.
Fred: (walks up to her) My, you're looking beautiful.
(he gives Wilma's mother a kiss on the cheek, but she whups him out of the way with her purse, and he hits the luggage)
Wilma's mother: All right, sneaky. Whatta you been up to?
Fred: (to himself) I love my Mother-in-Law. Let's hold that thought. I love my Mother-in-Law.
Wilma's mother: Aw, stop mumblin'! And put my luggage in the car, if ya think ya can stagger that far.
Fred: (helps carry the luggage) Coming, Mother!