ANDY AND AUNT BEE ARE ENJOYING THE AFTER-DINNER QUIET TIME.

Anything significant happen today, Aunt Bee?

Oh, not much. Why do you ask?

No particular reason. I just thought you may have run into the "cake lady" in town.

Well, as a matter of fact, I did see her. Clara and I ran into her by the bakery.

Several of the men near the barber shop were commenting on her amazing cakes. And I do mean baked products.

What's her name?

I just know her as the "cake lady". I don't think she has a name. At least not one anyone can pronounce.

She's foreign?

Yes indeedy.

(Aunt Bee's eyebrows are raised)

What's that supposed to mean?

Andy, come on, ... "the cake lady" ?? Now you know she has a real name.

I'm just surprised she's foreign, that's all.

Well, she is foreign!

Well, whatever she is, she must be able to cook a mean cake.

But, she's foreign!

So what? Can't foreign folks live around here?

I guess, but she is real foreign, if you get my drift.

I don't. What are you trying to say?

Just that she is foreign.

Can we just drop the whole thing?

Well, I would but I sort of agreed to be the master of ceremonies at the multi-layer cake bake-off next Saturday. Oh Andy, I just can't go through with it.

Why? You've done it before.

Yes, but the bakers and the cakes themselves were not foreign!

Aunt Bee, what are you even talking about?

A foreign cake? I don't think so!

ANDY FOLDS HIS NEWSPAPER AND GOES UPSTAIRS.

Where you going?

To bed.