Gertrudes One Weakness

Your Coca-Cola bottler 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 Pass me the cream darling Here you are. Here you are.

Very cheerful this morning Mrs. Nolke. Any objections Mrs. Brown? Not a wam. I woke up cheerful for no reason at all. What do you mean for no reason at all? For plenty of reasons. No, Gertrude.

Now that you mention it, that is rather a relief. Mmm, something nice and private about eating breakfast without a maid around, isn't it? It is cozy. That's not the half of it. Oh, you. I know why you like it.

You like it because you don't dare tell Gertrude you won't eat her prunes and cereal. But it's only me, you don't eat. Well, I'm eating, I'm eating. Orange juice, toast, and coffee. What kind of breakfast is that for a farmer?

I'm not a farmer. I'm an architect. Very convenient. When you want to be a farmer, you're a farmer. When you don't want to eat, you're an architect. Go on, starve yourself for all I care.

Only good to be here any minute, then watch out. I shall flee like a rabbit. Like a coward, you two. You're worse than children. What's the matter with children, grandmother? Nothing. When they're children. How about another piece of toast, darling?

Alright, just one. Mother, flip the jigger on the toaster, would you please? Hey, what's the matter with me flipping the jigger? Toaster's nearer to me. You are not to over-exert yourself. Making toast is not exerting.