Ah.

Ah.

All right, I'm going.

All right.

And I finally get to have what you tried to cheat me out of.

Angela?

Anything awful happens, it's on your heads.

Bea Arthur Marijuana Sounds Sound

Because I feel lousy and being mean to you makes me feel better.

Bob Frederick's.

But you know why? Because I feel lousy, and being mean to you makes me feel better.

Buzz off.

Can't you say hello first?

Dirtbag.

Don't be ridiculous.

Don't do this to me.

Don't know anybody who uses POD, huh?

Dorothy's.

Eric Murdock.

Everybody thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm really crazy.

God is against gay people.

Goodbye.

Has it ever occurred to you that gay people are human beings? That they have rights?

Have you ever met a man who knows how to push all your buttons?

Hello.

Hello.

How can you put that junk inside you?

How could you do this to me?

I am sick.

I am sincerely sorry.

I am so exhausted that sometimes I cannot speak.

I apologize.

I came down with this flu.

I can't concentrate, I forget things I I get confused.

I cannot remember.

I did you a favor. You do me a favor.

I don't believe it.

I don't care who it is. I mean, it could be the King of England. I don't care.

I don't care.

I feel lousy.

I finally get to say goodbye.

I had the real pot. The real pot. I had it. But after three days of fighting with my husband and no sleep and taking abuse from my next door neighbor, my husband took it away from me just 20 minute...

I have a constant sore throat, swollen glands, fevers. My muscles ache and are weak. I am totally exhausted all the time.

I have a constant sore throat.

I have chronic fatigue syndrome that is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

I have chronic fatigue syndrome.

I have heart palpitations. I can't concentrate. I forget things. I I get confused.

I need some marijuana.

I really am sick.

I smoke as much grass as you do.

I was always healthy and then I I came down with this flu. I can't get rid of it. I've been sick for five months now.

I'm at a point now where I am so exhausted that sometimes I cannot speak.

I'm Dorothy.

I've been sick for five months now.

I've got to get the marijuana. I refuse to give up.

I've got to have some marijuana.

I've gotten several obscene phone calls.

I've had to give up my job because I was too tired to do it.

If there's a law that requires a woman to tell her age, I'm going to protest that too.

It made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time.

It made me feel like a child, a fool.

It's a little strange. It's a little bizarre. It's slightly off the wall, but it just might work.

Jarece.

Jared.

Let me speak to your supervisor.

Listen, you know darn well that they are not going to put a group of upper middle class housewives into jail.

Literally cannot speak.

Looks just like oregano, doesn't it?

Maude Findlay.

Maybe I am crazy.

Maybe I am crazy.

Me too.

My husband took it away from me just 20 minutes ago.

My muscles ache and are weak. I am totally exhausted all the time.

My name is Maude.

Name me one housewife they ever threw into jail.

No one deserves that kind of treatment.

No.

No.

Of sharing and crying and dreaming and fighting and loving and and children and diapers and and school plays and Little League.

Oh, hi. Yes, I heard you call about a pleasant surprise.

Please.

Pretty please.

Princess Magazine beat us up.

Punk.

Seven。

Sporting.

Sure you can, honey. I'll help you.

Tell me about your day.

That really makes me feel a lot better.

That's great.

The punishment does not fit the crime.

The reason I'm calling you Kate is getting married.

This is something I have to do.

Throwing illegal aliens into a van and driving them back across the border is fun trucking.

Well, let's not talk about that. Tell me about your day.

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do? All the girls are expecting me to supply this stuff.

What for?

What is going on?

What?

When are you going to grow up and accept some responsibility?

When you wake up, you have a call.

Why didn't you tell me, you silly?

Words can't express what I have to say, what I went through, what you put me through. I can't do this.

Yes, I heard you call about a pleasant surprise.

Yes, in a few days. And I'm giving her a little wedding here in Miami and I wanted to invite you. Can you come?

Yes.

Yes。

You are making this very difficult for me.

You dismissed me.

You don't have a job, remember?

You don't.

You have a phone call.

You keep the pot.

You know there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself.

You know, that remark makes just about as much sense as the ridiculous marijuana law, which I am against because it is too severe.

You never told me that.

You probably don't Remember Me, but you told me I wasn't sick.

You remind me of some famous person I can't remember who.

You told me I wasn't sick.

You ungrateful brat. How could you do this to me?

You win. You've made your point. I see. There's nothing I can do. You keep the pot.

You're not a recording, are you?

You're overreacting.

You're the only one who gets any enjoyment out of it.

You've made your point, I see. There's nothing I can do. You keep the pot.

1/7.

38 years happened.

38 years of sharing and and crying and dreaming and fighting and loving and and children and diapers and and school plays and Little League.

38 years.

555.

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ワイ。