Dressing David For Rain

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 oh Come on David have a little more cream. No, no, thanks Poor Majesty, giving us all this cream for nothing.

Well, I guess I'll have some more. Take the whole pitcherful of your name. I have never seen such slush. That's what? David, have you ever seen such slush? Such slush. Yes. Where? Well, where do you think where?

Where would slush be? I'm sure I wouldn't know. Marmalade, please. Right here. Now listen, don't put your nose back in your paper. I haven't finished. You haven't even begun because I'm going to the office.

I am still talking. Mm-hmm. That's just exactly why I'm going. And don't you try being stern with me, you're punk at it. I can't win, that's all. David, when will you be home? Be home early?

I may never come home at all. I wouldn't blame you. With a lovely quiet breakfast until a little woman that I know started talking about slush. What's so terrible about slush? Because that same little woman must think that I'm a sack.

Did I say that? Mmm, practically. When? You think you can put it over on me, don't you? Well, you hadn't got a chance, not a chance. David, what are you talking about? You think I don't know why you mentioned slush.

Oh, so casually. What's their reason? If I hadn't so carefully deviated the conversation. Deviated. Oh, a lovely word. Sounds like something to dentistry. Are you listening to me? Yes, go on. Now, if I hadn't allowed it, you would have gone on from slush to wet roads, to puddles in the sidewalk, and from puddles in the sidewalk to rain, and