Jeffs Mother Changes Her Plans

Your Coca-Cola bottle presents Claudia based on the famous play and novels by Rose Franken Brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola Relax and while you're listening refresh yourself have a Coke and now Claudia Claudia you got some matches over there There's some on the little table right next to David. You bother to look. I'd rather bother you

Who's a lass of a bother? Much less. Then reach out and help yourself to the max. What kind of tobacco do you smoke, Mr. Norton? Well, Jeff, I'm not terribly fussy, but I like a little turkey shin' it. I think I'd like to smoke a pipe, too.

Pipes a great consolation, Jeff. It's the one thing which a wife can't take away. Ha ha! Seems to me that pipe between your teeth. Is the one I bought you? Mm, nothing is sacred. I added my statement. Even a man's pipe is no longer his own, Jeffrey.

Still, I think I'd like to smoke a pipe. Well, why don't you? Do you think I'm old enough? 16, going on 17? I think you're old enough. I have to get myself one. They're ever so much nicer than cigarettes, I think.

Women smoke cigarettes, Jeff. My father smokes him, too. I don't think he smokes a pipe. Roger, you know I've never seen him with a pipe. I know he likes a good cigar. I don't like cigars.

Not for me anyway. Well, not quite yet. Would you like to borrow one of my pipes? Oh, I couldn't. I mean, pipes are very personal, aren't they? David never offered me one. I'm never even allowed to touch them or polish them or even hide them.