Chrissy Snow: [comes rushing in with letter] Oh, this is terrible! My father's coming to preach a sermon!
Janet Wood: Here?
Chrissy Snow: No, in the church.
Janet Wood: Chrissy, when's your father coming?
Chrissy Snow: Today! His plane lands at two-thirty! Oh, no, look!
[tosses the letter onto the kitchen table]
Jack Tripper: He should have brought that with him and saved himself a stamp.
Janet Wood: It took over a week to get here. Oh, no!
Jack Tripper: From Fresno?
[goes through rest of mail]
Jack Tripper: What else did our efficient postal service bring us? Any Christmas cards or nice magazines? No, just bills! They always get here right on time!
[throws down the stack]
Chrissy Snow: This is terrible. He can't see us like this!
Janet Wood: [with irony] Well, you're right. This apartment is a wreck.
[looks around her, everything is of course fairly spick and span]
Chrissy Snow: It's worse than that!
Janet Wood: Oh, Chrissy, that's an exaggeration. I mean, your Dad's been here before. He knows how we live.
Chrissy Snow: *Things have changed since then!*
Jack Tripper: What things?
Chrissy Snow: You used to be Eleanor.
Jack Tripper: Hey, level with me, was my operation a success?
[flutters eyelashes]
Janet Wood: Jack, last time Chrissy's father came down, Eleanor was still our roommate.
Jack Tripper: Oh, Chrissy, don't worry about it. I'm sure your father's gonna like me.
Chrissy Snow: [whines] Oh...
Jack Tripper: Chrissy, I'll be on my best behavior.
Chrissy Snow: [whines even more] No...
[clasps her hands over her head]
Jack Tripper: Thank you for the vote of confidence.