Michelle: Ta-da! Welcome to our new home! What do you think?
Taylor was not feeling the look of the new house.
Taylor: I think you must hate us.
Michelle: Come on, it's not so bad. It could probably use a little dusting.
Taylor flicks on a light switch. Electricity starts fizzling and light bulbs from the lamps pop. The Hathaways get startled.
Michelle: And some new light bulbs.
Taylor: (in disgust) Ulch. What about that horrible smell?
Frankie: Sorry. That was me. Airplane lasagna does not agree with me.
The Hathaways enter the living room.
Cut to a painting of three jazz musicians. One of the musicians' eyes glance to the right in a possessed manner.
***
Living room.
Frankie: Whoa!
Taylor: Yeah. Nothing says "home sweet home" than a dead bird.
