(xx) The Lunges are Coming

Well, sir, it's late afternoon, as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up on the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode. The vic is stretched at full length on the Davenport.

For the last 20 minutes or so, he's been fast asleep. Said, who's just this moment arrived home from a downtown shopping expedition, stands over her husband, about to rouse him. Listen. Vic, Vic, wake up.

Come on, jump up from there. Oh, no. Yeah, I have to wake up, hurry. Always... always to make. Take this dust drag. Take this dust drag. You back from downtown? No, I'm in Peoria. The woman called you on the telephone by an hour ago.

She didn't... always say. It's a dust drag. I don't want it. Oh, yes you do. Am I having a bad dream or something? I can't find anything. Jump up on your feet and walk around and get awake.

We got a pitching and work. Herb and kissy lunch are coming. Herb and kissy lunch? They're stopping past sometime tonight on their way to Kia Kakaawa. I just found a postcard in the mailbox. And this house is a perfect fright. We got a whippet in the shape.

Here's your dust track. I must be having bad dreams. I have one and a half with boy Shrek. Oh yes you do. We have to go over this place from top to bottom. We have to scrub linole him and...

That's your hustle? Yeah. I was up for... Bring the broom! Get out. Holy smoke, you know. You got completely out of your room. Bring a broom. Wrong? Yes and come scootin'. Person of the thought kissy to give a person some warning.