Inside the dining room table, Fievel was standing near the window, looking out into the distance. While Doc was seated at the large table, beginning to clean his pipe, Fievel was waiting patiently for Olivia to arrive as he tried desperately to reason with the Russian-Jewish boy mouse. "Oh, Fievel, be reasonable," said Doc, feeling clearly amused while waving his pipe in the air. "Nice young ladies just don't - swim around rescuing people in the middle of the ocean and then - flutter off into oblivion, like some -" "Come on, honey." said a voice, "Don't be shy." Out of the shadows came Olivia.