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Mr. Goodfellow : Mrs Parker
asked after you
again this morning.
Mrs. Goodfellow : Surprise, surprise.
Mr. Goodfellow : I think
I'm beginning to run out excuses.
Mrs. Goodfellow : Well, then don't make any. You know
what you can do, you can go down and kill that
bloody dog, and I'll put
in a month of Sundays.
Mr. Goodfellow : Was that a brassier over Holly's
shoulder this morning?
Mrs. Goodfellow : You're a
half day behind the rest of us, you
know that? We call it a bra nowadays.
Mr. Goodfellow : Why did she have it over her
shoulder?
Mrs. Goodfellow : She was doing the laundry.
(Dog barking)
Mrs. Goodfellow : Mr. Brown? Mr. Brown, it's Mrs.
Goodfellow, about Clarence, it's about your dog.
Mr. Brown : You woke me.
Mrs. Goodfellow : Yes, well, your dog woke me.
Mr. Brown : What did you say?
Mrs. Goodfellow : I said your dog woke me.
Mr. Brown : Well, he's found his voice.
Mrs. Goodfellow : Yes, he has, hasn't he? I was
wondering whether we could perhaps keep him inside
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