If memory serves it was either this or
"when are you going to settle down? That girl your seeing - oy - I can never keep them all straight … the one with the face, and the figure
said while her hands make the molesty ‘airboob’ motions of a bygone era
and the lovely purple hair … is it purple? I’ll just say purple … anyway… she seems fertile…"
“Mom, she’s just the nice lady whose going to get the Eggs Over My Hammy we so lovingly drugged - she works here…the bacon is crispy.”
"When did I say she wasn’t nice? I just meant she seems your
pausing until the atoms which make up the room feel uncomfortable
“She is nice – remembered everything I asked her not to bring up, and asks me everytime I’m here about my nice relative – the medicated one …with the opinions, and the curiosity …”
She’s overly nice to you …I don’t understand this…
Being nice to me or people in general?–
Such a wiseass … you stepfather was wiseass … god rest his soul…
Mom – he’s not dead, he’s sitting right there…
Well he’s dead to me until he apologizes.
I’m so screwed if they realize smartphones aren’t just for work …