“And I says to her, I like people, ya know? Not in-de-vedge-you-ally, but in the background. I enjoy seeing ’em in the evenings, it’s nice to see couples walking around, kids with their parents. Now, when it comes to large gatherings, you’ll never see me there! I always say that I’m sick and coming down with some god-forsaken infec-shus disease. Works every time! I do so hate small talk, I ain’t one fo’ that. Can’t be talkin’ about the weather for an hour straight. Never worked for old Beatrice, I says!”
“That’s alright, Beatty. Now can ya pour the goddamned tea?”
“Alright, alright Bah-bara. Don’t act like ya got ya knickers in a twist.”
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