Dorothy: [walking into the kitchen and finding Rose sweeping the floor] Rose why are you cleaning the kitchen? This is Marguerite's job!
Rose: Dorothy, I know what you're gonna say. But I talked to Marguerite on the phone and this time she has a really good excuse for being late.
Dorothy: Fine. What is it?
Rose: She had to go pluck a hair from the chin of a dawrf.
Dorothy: And you fell for that old excuse?