A bedroom. The fuddy-duddy lays in bed with the blankets pulled up to his neck. His sister enters with a second blanket and tosses it over him.

Fuddy-duddy: Stop!

Sister: I thought you would be cold.

Fuddy-duddy: How will my farts escape if I use another blanket?

Sister: Ah, yes, well, um. Oh, dear. I hadn’t thought of that.

Fuddy-duddy: Mother always said I had the brains of the family.

Sister: –And the farts.

Fuddy-duddy: She said that in jest!