Cordelia: [to Brayker] You hurry up and finish dinner, [she climbs onto table in a seductive manner] Cordelia: I'll take care of "dessert". [a black cat also climb onto the table and meows] Uncle Willy: Ah, don't worry. Good Cleo knows better than to eat that slop. Irene: Goddammit! Get that pussy off the table! [Cordelia quickly gets off the table] Irene: I meant the cat.|