C.F.M.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!"
"What?"
"There's a cute fucking mouse under my desk!"
One of Madeleine's McToys or Genevieve's things I guess.
"Jon! Get down here. NOW!!!"
Jamie's all freaking out because there's a mouse downstairs. She's calm for a minute, then whenever it scurry's across the room she screams like a little girl (I know what a little girl screams like; I've got two of them).