Panel 1: So they've definitely lost a bolt. And Merrie's not choking on it. Well, great. But I honestly don't see how the whole moving process was a four-person job! And, like, that's all they get? "Thanks"? No beer and pizza? No fish? No wampum? This is not Mtiggerandpoohville, after all! (tm somebody else)
Panel 2: Jeez, they look like they're about to start singing "O Canada." A two-bedroom apartment. Yes, the pinnacle of existence.
Panel 3: IANAParent, but I'm not sure it's a good idea to carry on a conversation, in presumably normal tones, with your spouse while you're tucking your kid into bed. If the kid is asleep, or nearly so, that could wake them up. And furthermore, it's kind of like you're feeding the cat instead of saying goodnight to your child, to be talking over your shoulder to someone else.
Panel 4: Gads, this is just ASININE! Put the mattress on the floor and sleep on that!
Panel 5: But then we wouldn't get the coy, 1950s-style gag of the neighbors pounding on the ceiling because [tee-hee] they think the sounds are caused by Mike and Deanna...you know! [tee-hee!] And maybe tomorrow's strip will have them daring to lean towards each other for a chaste goodnight kiss, at which point the bed will collapse, leaving them with arms and legs sticking out every which way! And the pillow will be on top of Mike's head! Oh my sides!
I swear, this is pure sitcom. Like a show I once saw where a guy was demanding that his wife and kids be absolutely. silent. so he could fill out the income tax forms. Hilarity ensued as one kid got the hiccups, another kept piping up, "Is this quiet enough, Daddy?" and mom got a phone call with required her to repeat numbers to the other person. All of which could have been avoided if Mom and offspring had just left the house and gone to a movie or something.