(quiet squeak) stage manager (whispering): houseguest. sinbad. h-housebad! thank you.where else for robert to go. that guy living in my house is more out of place than i would be as an aristocratic woman in 18th-century france. cleveland: coming through, keep it clear, please. (audience laughs) (fancy accent): warning-- don't go in the toilette. after eating all those heavy french pastries, i've turned the bidet into a bi-don't. (laughter) so, yeah, robert doesn't belong in my house. look, cleveland, robert has come to you in his time of need, and you have to be a good christian and help him. i know it's hard, but you got to just, uh, suck it off. fine. if you're such a good christian, tim, why don't you take him in? me?! it's, uh, not really a good time for us, you know. a couple of periods ago, arianna went crazy and tore up the mattress in the guest room. hi, jesus, it's me, cleveland. i know i haven't talked to you since donna's pregnancy scare, but i need to tell you a little something about my friend tim, who i thought was a good christian... aw, come on! don't b