Ward Cleaver wrote:
(enters wearing a flour-dusted apron, carrying a platter of scones)
June, dear, here's those goodies you requested for your tea par..
(looks around at the assemblage, non-plussed)
Well...my goodness. What an... ahemm... interesting group of ... of friends you have, my dear! I'll just set these down over here.
(crosses quickly to endtable while gingerly stepping over various bits of clothing, body parts, etc.; glances at Jack writhing around, notices the candelabra, leans over and whispers as Jack stumbles from the thread)
Take it from me, my boy -- a little bit of Crisco makes ALL the difference...
"Damn it! Where's my booze?"
Shifts dress to cover up concealed microphone.