Filing the Paperwork

Your Coca-Cola bottler presents Claudia Claudia based on the play on 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 That there mrs. Naughton is a courthouse of met me gantics like a nice quiet old building

I like all the ivy. You'd be surprised some of the exciting cases we've heard tried in that courthouse, Mrs. Norton. Maybe you wouldn't think it was such a quiet old place if you had. What did he say, young woman?

Did he say he's the biggest thing in all of you to come out of New England since Daniel Webster? No, he didn't exactly say that at all, Miss Tucker. Thank you, Mr. Norton. How's that?

Hell, he didn't say it. Listen, son. That does not mean he wasn't thinking it. Tila Tucker, I fail to see any reason why these good people and quantum neighbors of mine should be attendant upon the Billings Gate and Orger, which you see fit to hurl upon me for reasons known only to you.

I can't hear a word, he said, Ms. Norton, but I bet you he sounds more like Daniel Webster than Daniel Webster did himself. What have you got against me, Miss Tucker? I represented you and your brother faithfully as an attorney for thirty years.

That's all I got against you, Rupert Hankins. You're a lawyer. That's right. And the title company lawyer is going to meet us in the county clerk's office in an hour, maybe. At least that's what he said on the telephone.

You're not in no more of a hurry than I am, Rupert Hankins. I've got to go home and mash jazz potatoes. Dained if he didn't lose his teeth in the middle of arguing with me.