(xx) Vegetable Garden

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house, halfway up in the next block, now, and here in the living room we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook and their son Mr. Rush Gook.

Vic and young Rush are established on opposite sides of the library table, and until a moment ago, briskly played it rummy. Say to however, is just issued a news bulletin, completely paralyzing the game. Listen.

Why, I thought you'd be delighted. Look at your faces. Jaws drop down on your chest nine feet. I don't see why my jaw should drop. Matter doesn't affect me. Affects all three of us. I beg to give you pay.

Well, this is astonishing. I'd have bet my shirt you two fellas that dance around the house with joy. What's in you, Mary Sunshine? Nothing. Sitting there, Sir Glama, a person that think you'd lost your best friend.

You're not overjoyed at the prospect of having your own garden. It's already my garden, huh? Only been in a family six seconds and already it's my garden. Somebody knock me over with a feather. What prompted this sudden surge of generosity on Ms. Harris' part?

Somebody knock me over with a feather. I don't mind helping around a garden once in a while, but I don't want an entire garden hung on my neck. Somebody knock me over with a feather.

You said that. No, Jocon. I thought you fellas would jump up and down, you'd be so glad. I thought men and boys love punterning gardens. I love punterning garden, but to a real touch. I'd take care of a big state. I'm not going to be able to do it again.