The First Quarrel

Your Coca-Cola bottle presents Claudia Claudia based on the original stories 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 David I hate to wake you up and I have to darling

I'm in here shaving You're what? Shaving I've got an early appointment in Connecticut this morning. I know it, and I wanted to have breakfast tired before you woke up even. The best laid plans of mice and men.

Hush up. Don't talk so loud or you wake yourself up. Hey, what'd you say about a mouse? Is our kitchen mouse in the bathroom with you? No. No, I'm all alone. Go back to sleep. I'll get my breakfast at the station.

You'll do nothing of this sort. I'm not the kind of wife who lets her husband eat out. What do you think? I'll take the will for the deed. I have to catch the eight, three to read, Barry, and I can't afford to miss you.

You won't miss it. I'll be dressed in no time. Darling, please stay in bed. Believe me, it'll be easier all the way around. It's invincible as a thing, though. All where I put my mules.

This country wasn't built by women who stayed in bed while their husband's got up and went off to hue the soil. This country wasn't built by women, period. I'm not going out to hue the soil.

Anyway, you don't hue soil. I'm just catching the train to Connecticut. Well, you're going to catch it with a good breakfast, near Stomach. You're in my way. Move over. Say, you're not going to take a bath, are you?