Woah, hold the phone. I like this one. Our weekend at the lake. How did you get that?...

Bruce: [He finds a particular photo amongst the others] Woah, hold the phone. I like this one. Our weekend at the lake. Grace: How did you get that? That's supposed to be in our private stash. Bruce: [Staring at it] You look perky, hun. Must've been cold. Grace: Alright just give it to me. Bruce: You know I think I'll put this on my computer and use it as a wallpaper. Grace: Okay, Bruce, give it to me! Come on! [She tries to get it off him] Bruce: Hey! Hey! No no no! Grace: Alright fine. Do with it what you will. I don't care. Bruce: I will do with it what I will. You know, I might even send this into Playboy. I hear their layouts can be quite tasteful. Grace: Give that to me, right now! [She pounces on him]

Whoa! Hold the phone! I like this one. Our weekend at the lake. How did you get that? That's supposed to be in our private stash. You look perky, hon. It must've been cold. All right. Just give it to me. I think I'll put this on my computer and use it as wallpaper. No, no, no. Okay. Give it to me. Come on! No, no, no. All right. Fine. Do with it what you will. I don't care. I will do with it what I will. Jesus. You know, I might even send this in to Playboy. I hear their layouts can be quite tasteful. Give that to me right now! Jesus. Right now! Rough stuff! I'm gonna hurt you... (BEEPING) Sweetie? Time to get up. (MOANING) Good dream. No. No. Well, the Buffalo Sabres lost again last night at the hands of the Toronto Maple Leafs. It was a shootout on the ice for our home... Of course. They're my team. BRUCE: And that's the way the cookie crumbles. You know, I think there might be something to this cookie line. All the greatest anchors have had their own signature sign-off, like Wal-ter Cron-kite. And that's the way it was. That's the way the cookie crumbles.