Karen: Oh, uh, excuse me, waiter. (Loudly) I would like some tea. I-T!
Jack: Wait a minute. Karen, those almost sound like letters.
Judge: I'm sorry. Hag Number 12, you're gonna have to leave.
Karen: Hey, get your paws off of me! Who do you think you are?! "R"!
Jack: M-A-I-T... R...
Karen: Eeee! A mouse! Eeee!
Jack: Uh... M-A-I-T-R...
Jack: Would you keep her out of here?!
Karen: No! Jack! Without my help, this could end in a catastra-postrophe.