"It's the ideal woman."

"I'll tell Gloria Steinem on you."

"She won't care."

"I'll tell Andrea."

"Tattletale! If you tell my sister, I'll stop rubbing your feet."

"I knew male chauvinists were stupid. I'm not going to tell her until after you've rubbed my feet. Anyway, once upon a time you would have noticed that more than my feet were bare."

"I do notice. But people don't say: 'bare-torsoed and pregnant.' Can't think why. You do have cute feet..."

"Swollen with a gallon of water."

"Not noticeable from here, but I'll rub your ankles in a second. But they aren't your best feature."

"Mmmm. Maybe I won't tell your sister after all. Husbands do have their uses. Of course, it's all your fault anyway."

"Axiomatically."

"My feet wouldn't be so tired if I hadn't let you talk me into this."

"Using euphemisms in front of the baby are we? 'Pardon us son, your mother and I have to have a little talk.'"

"I think that he notices. I really think that he notices. Oh!"

"Let me. Are you sure that you wouldn't consider 'Pele.' It fits."

"I think you have been encouraging him."

"Right. I take him off to these secret conversations while you aren't around. Anyway, he's settled down. I'll take my way back to your ankle..."