Mr. Clyde Divorcing

Sorry, Marie Wilson has gone off. That's the town of Marblehead. But now my home's in New York, and I live with Emma Peterson. So here's the question. Why did I have to leave one Marblehead to come to another?

I think I'm exaggerating. I think I did. Oh, no. And you know, I just, that's not the last banana come through the grass, Peter. Peter, why are you late? Well, there was a big fire down car in the taxi cab.

I was in, couldn't get through. Thanks, the cab. You always take the bus to work. I know, but the bus wasn't going in there. I'll take a taxi. Very interesting. Now, would you please sit down and take some big tickets?

Oh, all right. Hey, Ben. Take a nap. Okay. Hi. This is my job now. These are instructions about cutting back my road. Be especially careful about pruning the people's burners, though we will not win a prize at the show.

And we got that? Oh, yes sir. I'll read it back to you. Oh, if you want to. Um, Pearl rose to be especially careful about winning a prize even if he has to put purrs in pieces blue.

No, no that's not quite right, Miss Peterson, but never mind that. I'll do it myself. You're sure? Don't you go to bother me, huh? No. The way I feel I don't really care. I don't care about anything anymore. Why would you take the risk of the day off?

I'm a good card, you're a crime. They're crazy, are they? What's wrong? No, please, Mr. Sledge, other you can do it. It's strictly a personal affair. Well, you can tell me, I'm a person. My wife wants to divorce me.