Lester

Zere ees sohmting een zee way she cahrries hehrself. Hehr postyur--eet haunts my mind. Zee ten-shee-ahn ohv her elbows, zee shmi-uhl zat nevah leaves her leeps, her purfectly formed, feet. Ah, Zhudy, eef you only knew how much I long for your deeleeceeose . . .






eh-hem,






deveeled eggs.

Judy

"Ok, the guests are going to be here any minute. I've got Dixie plates and those little wienies... Oh darn! I know I've forgotten something..."




"Oh heavens! I left the deviled eggs at Darlene's!"

Phil

"Another party at Judy's... ach!" screamed Phil. "As if I didn't already do enough pandering to those latte-sippin, pandering (did I already soliloquize 'pandering'?) panderers. And all I have to wear is my high-chroma tuxedo! The low-chroma's at the cleaners! Darn!"



"Don't hate me because I'm still beautiful in high chroma. Hate me because my eyes are painted on, and I never blink! Never!"