The good stuff

"Okay, everyone, I'm going to stand out front and pretend to be trimming my flowers, and when I come in, that's the signal."

"I'll sit on the sofa and read the paper."

"That won't look natural. You never sit on the sofa."

"Sure I do."

"No, you don't ..."

"Do you want a pipe to complete your image, JR?"

"Nah."

"Mom! I need to get UP!"

"Are they coming?"

"They're running late."

"I can't cut any more flowers. I'm just going to stand there."

"Who wants to bet she cries?"

"Yeah, she will."

"I don't think she will."

"Oh yeah, she will."

"She's gonna pee her pants."

"Is that them?"

"That's them! Get down!"

"I hope they're not fighting ..."

(muffled) "Joy, seriously, you didn't have to clean your entire house just for my kids ..."

"Oh, it's no problem ..."

(more muffled chatter)

(thirty-ish people at once) "SURPRISE!!"

"Shut up! SHUT UP! NO WAY! NO WAY! JOY! You stinker!"

Laughing and squealing and talking and hugging and more laughing and more hugging ...

"If I'd known you were all going to be here, I would have at least brushed my teeth ..."

Happy Birthday, Brookie. Even if you didn't brush your teeth for your surprise party.