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Her husband was Guy.
|“||Madge (a): Your face! What is it?
Guy: Oh, it's just this thing I keep on the front of my head. You know, a couple of eyes, a nose, a mouth...
|“||Guy: Come on, I've got a few cents left over! Let's go down to that little place on the corner and split a child's portion, diet-mini-cheeseburger!
Madge (a): Mmmm!
|“||Ethel (a): It's right here in the want ads.
Madge (a): Want ads?
Ethel (a): No thank you, I've got some right here.
|“||Madge (a): Is this Pop's Top Notch Top Shop?
Pop: Nice delivery.
|“||Ethel (a): Why Madge darling! Are you crying? What is it?
Madge (a): It's when your face gets all red and tears run down your cheeks.
Ethel (a): No, no, dear. I mean, what's the matter?
Madge (a): You mean besides the fact that it's Christmas Eve and I haven't done any shopping and even if I did I couldn't buy what I want because what I want is something really special and all the money I have in the world is one dollar and eighty-seven cents?
Ethel (a): Yeah, besides that!
Madge (a): Nothing!