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Connelly:
Nancy?
Nancy: Hello, Mrs. Connelly.
Connelly: Nancy, dear. I couldn't help noticing that Alex
left the house this morning while you stayed home.
Nancy: I was
downsized
from my job.
Connelly: Aw, I'm sorry. But I'm sure it's for the best. Let
Mr. Rose get out there and
bring home the bacon. I always thought it was
strange. A husband staying home while you were out there
providing.
Nancy: Well, he's a writer.
Connelly: Writer. The man naps more than a newborn pup.
What's he writing about? Sheep?
Nancy: Is there something, Mrs. Connelly?
Connelly: Oh, I guess you could say there was something. I've
got something on display in my kitchen.
Nancy: That is not a mouse dropping. It's a raisin.
Connelly: That is the leavings of a mouse.
Nancy: It's a raisin.
Connelly: I sprayed it
with Lysol.
Nancy: Ohh. And she puts on this sweet face, and she acts all
innocent. Nancy, could you help me? I think I found the leavings
of a mouse, as if she didn't know it was a raisin.
Alex: I know.
Nancy: I've never designed religious leaflets, per se.1:00.
Great, Rabbi. Thank you so much.
Connelly: Nancy?
Nancy: Okay.
Connelly: Nancy? Nancy? Are you down there?
Nancy: What is it, Mrs. Connelly?
Connelly: Little Dickey's caught in the dumbwaiter shaft.
Nancy: Well, how did he get there? Aaah!
Connelly: Oh, don't hurt him. Oh, ooh, Dickey boy. Oh,
careful.
Nancy: Aah!
Connelly: Shame on you. |
