Jesse: I think you mean a phonograph. A telegram electronically transmits letters from one place to another. My god I must be getting old! But don't worry I'm sure it belongs to your dad or someone. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go downstairs and start dinner. Ah, the joys of being a working mother.
(end of scene, now to the A-story with Danny, Jesse, Joey, and Stephanie involved)
Stephanie: (walks in)
Jesse: How was school today, Steph?
Stephanie: Great! I got an A on my spelling test and I made a new friend. Good things really do happen to good people. (big grin)