JOHN! My alligators! Look at my alligators! JOHN! Yes, sir, you yelled, sir? Why are...

[the alligators are frozen solid in their pools]
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [panicking] JOHN! My alligators! Look at my alligators! JOHN!
John Lawless: Yes, sir, you yelled, sir?
[sees the alligators, rushes to help]
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [closing windows] Why are these windows open?
John Lawless: [also closing windows] Must've been the new maid, sir.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: WHAT new maid?
Mrs. Cordelia Biddle: Her name is Florence, dear, she started this afternoon.
John Lawless: She was complaining about the smell.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: What smell?
John Lawless: Well, the alligators, they do have a certain...
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [threateningly] WHAT?
[John looks at Mrs. Biddle for help]
Mrs. Cordelia Biddle: [soothingly] We're accustomed to it, dear.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Oh.
John Lawless: [closing the last window] She probably decided to give the room an airing, and forgot to close up again.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [angrily] Well, of all the stupid, idiotic... Get an axe!
Mrs. Cordelia Biddle: [shocked] Anthony!
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Not for Florence, for the alligators! Maybe they're still alive in there, we'll chop 'em out!