Roger Comes to Dinner

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 I'm too little, too little, too little, too little.

Claudia. What? Who told you you could sing? Mama, you've got to be as precious David. I don't see how he can concentrate on his blueprints with such a racket going on. He likes me to be happy.

Um, couldn't you find me? Look in your heart to be happy a little more, Silamplist. La la la. What are you doing? Setting the table. What's it look like? In the kitchen. Too high hat to eat in the kitchen.

That's no way to feed your husband. With Gertrude off, I'm not going to wear myself to a frazzle. Slaving and cooking and scrubbing. There you are, worn to a frazzle with work. I want to see it.

Shakespeare, there was a brand new stocking. Come here, Cat, you leave grandma's brand new stockings alone. No, really, I do love to eat in the kitchen. I don't mind it myself. It's such a nice kitchen.

All those windows. Beginning to look like it walked right out of a magazine advertisement. The linoleum dawn and the curtains up. Hey, don't be so stingy with the onions mama, David loves them. I have peeled onions until the tears are rolling down my cheeks.

Always complaining. What do you think we're paying you for? Telephone. You don't say. Telephone. David, telephone. We'll answer it. I wonder what is it, this hour? I wouldn't know. What do you mean this hour?