Ann Marie: Rhoda, it's your turn to do the ironing.
Rhoda: Why can't one of the boys do it?
Ann Marie: >snort< Can you really see one of them ironing?
Luke: We're going out to play soccer.
Ezra: We'd love to hang out with you, but we know you've got ironing to do. >Hee-hee<
Rhoda: That's okay, you boys really shouldn't be here anyway. It's far too dangerous for you.
Oliver: ...wait, what do you mean 'too dangerous'?
Rhoda: Well, an iron is a very dangerous power tool. You boys aren't old enough and responsible enough to use it without hurting yourselves.
Ezra: Hey! We've used power tools before!
Luke: Yeah...we've used drills, sanders, and, uh...staplers!
Rhoda: Sure, but an iron is much more dangerous. Besides, even if you did manage not to burn yourselves, you could never get the hang of ironing. It requires far more
skill and concentration than boys have.
Ezra: Oh yeah? Wanna bet?
Rhoda: Well, I'd be willing to let you give it a try...if you really think you can do it.
I can always go over and fix the stuff you mess up; providing you don't scorch anything.
Ezra: Give me that iron!
Ezra: See? Look at this!
Rhoda: A napkin is the easiest thing in the world to iron. Even those two could do it.
Luke and Oliver: Hey!
Ezra: Alright then, give me something more complicated.
Rhoda: Careful with those pleats. Holly Belle will have a fit if you mess them up.
Ezra: Sshh! You're disturbing my concentration!
Ezra: Ha! Perfect!
Luke: Hey, we wanna try, too!
Oliver: Yeah, give us a turn!
Luke: Watch me iron these underpants.
Oliver: Hey, save a pair for me!
Ann Marie: They'll eventually figure out what you're up to, you know.
Rhoda: Nah, they're already halfway through the basket.