START: Hello, room service? ... Listen,...

START: Hello, room service? ... Listen, room service, this is Mrs. Sam Nash in Suite 719 ... I would like a nice cold bottle of champagne ... That sounds good, is it French? ... Fine ... with two glasses and a tray of assorted hors d'oeuvres ... but listen, room service, I don't want any anchovies ...
[... …]
END: ... You had to wear galoshes today, right?
(She pulls her right galosh off but her shoe remains in it. The doorbell rings impatiently)
Oh, for God's sakes …
(She tries to pull her shoe out of the galosh but it is embedded in there)
All right, all right, I'm coming
(She throws down the galosh with the shoe still in one galosh and her stockinged foot. She crosses into the living room)
Look at this, my twenty-fourth anniversary.

Neil Simon, “The Plaza Suite”, The Collected Plays of Neil Simon Vol. 1, pp.500-501.