The natives are restless. They're starving!
As she gestures to the dip tray, Bonnie says:
Here, Nate, take this in...
Nate picks up the dip tray, as Stacy hands him another glass tray featuring pigs in a blanket and mustard sauce:
And this one too, Dad...
As he balances one tray in each hand, Nate quips:
Oughta keep 'em occupied...for at least a couple of minutes.
Nate is gone, back through the swinging door.
Over at the kitchen sink, Bonnie washes her hands. She has been thinking: