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Maggie: Can you eighty-six Sprout? He's licking up all the petroleum distillates I'm trying to put in.
Cindy: Oh, sorry. She's an obedience school dropout.
Maggie: Have a seat.
Man: Thank you. We'll see you, ladies and gentlemen, in the hotel on the weekend.
Peggy: You're a goddess. You're a goddess!
Ika: Shazam! I think I'm in Mayberry.
Maggie: I didn't have to change a gasket, just put in new hydraulic fluid.
Peggy: Stop it! When you talk like that, it turns me on and frightens me.
Maggie: Oh, youturn a girl's head.
Peggy: Whoa!
Ika: Excuse me. Hello? Excuse me. Could you help——I'm looking for Maggie Carpenter. There was a, uh, note on the door of the hardware store across the street.
Peggy: Are you a reporter?
Ika: What?
Peggy: It's just been our experience that anyone who comes in here with tassels on his loafers is a big-city reporter wanting to do an interview with Maggie.
Ika: About her upcoming wedding and all.
Peggy: Actually about her getting that asshole from New York fired.
Ika: I am just such a reporter. And who are you?
Peggy: Peggy Flemming. Not the ice skater. Come in, come in.
Ike: Thank you. Who are these lovely ladies?
Cindy: Hi. I'm Cindy. Maggie's unmarried cousin.
Mrs. Pressman: Mrs. Pressman. No relation. Oh, sorry.
Peggy: And you are?
Ika: Looking…… for Maggie.
Peggy: Maggie, someone to see you.
Maggie: I hope you've got a new angle because it's all pretty much been covered.
Peggy: Hold on. No one interviews Maggie in here without a haircut.
Ika: Sorry, no. Just got one.
Mrs. Pressman: Excuse me, sir, I have a fact for you. An actual fact.
Ika: Yes, Mrs. Pressman?
Mrs. Pressman: You know, this is actually her fourth wedding, not her seventh like they said.
Ike: I know. Tell me something. Do you think she's gonna make it all the way this time?
Mrs. Pressman: I don't know.
Maggie: She swallowed her gum. She does that.
Mrs. Pressman: Mr. Schulian, he runs the newsstand. He's also our local bookie. He's given eight-to-one odds that she won't.
Ika: Okay.
Maggie: Instead of a haircut, how 'bout a wash? Get all that city grit out of your hair.
Ika: You'll answer my questions?
Maggie & Peggy: Mm-hmm.
Ika: Fine! You wash, I'll ask.
Maggie: Can you eighty-six Sprout? He's licking up all the petroleum distillates I'm trying to put in.
Cindy: Oh, sorry. She's an obedience school dropout.
Maggie: Have a seat.
Man: Thank you. We'll see you, ladies and gentlemen, in the hotel on the weekend.
Peggy: You're a goddess. You're a goddess!
Ika: Shazam! I think I'm in Mayberry.
Maggie: I didn't have to change a gasket, just put in new hydraulic fluid.
Peggy: Stop it! When you talk like that, it turns me on and frightens me.
Maggie: Oh, youturn a girl's head.
Peggy: Whoa!
Ika: Excuse me. Hello? Excuse me. Could you help——I'm looking for Maggie Carpenter. There was a, uh, note on the door of the hardware store across the street.
Peggy: Are you a reporter?
Ika: What?
Peggy: It's just been our experience that anyone who comes in here with tassels on his loafers is a big-city reporter wanting to do an interview with Maggie.
Ika: About her upcoming wedding and all.
Peggy: Actually about her getting that asshole from New York fired.
Ika: I am just such a reporter. And who are you?
Peggy: Peggy Flemming. Not the ice skater. Come in, come in.
Ike: Thank you. Who are these lovely ladies?
Cindy: Hi. I'm Cindy. Maggie's unmarried cousin.
Mrs. Pressman: Mrs. Pressman. No relation. Oh, sorry.
Peggy: And you are?
Ika: Looking…… for Maggie.
Peggy: Maggie, someone to see you.
Maggie: I hope you've got a new angle because it's all pretty much been covered.
Peggy: Hold on. No one interviews Maggie in here without a haircut.
Ika: Sorry, no. Just got one.
Mrs. Pressman: Excuse me, sir, I have a fact for you. An actual fact.
Ika: Yes, Mrs. Pressman?
Mrs. Pressman: You know, this is actually her fourth wedding, not her seventh like they said.
Ike: I know. Tell me something. Do you think she's gonna make it all the way this time?
Mrs. Pressman: I don't know.
Maggie: She swallowed her gum. She does that.
Mrs. Pressman: Mr. Schulian, he runs the newsstand. He's also our local bookie. He's given eight-to-one odds that she won't.
Ika: Okay.
Maggie: Instead of a haircut, how 'bout a wash? Get all that city grit out of your hair.
Ika: You'll answer my questions?
Maggie & Peggy: Mm-hmm.
Ika: Fine! You wash, I'll ask.