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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 18, 2019 23:27:16 GMT -5
Stymie: Hello. Are your parents around?
Shirley: No. they're out.
Wheezer: Can you tell us where they are?
Shirley: Watt Street.
Wheezer: All the way out there, huh. Oh well, all right then.
Stymie: We'll just come back later with our wares. Do you know when they're due back from Watt Street?
Shirley: About 4:30 or so.
Stymie: OK, we'll come back at that time.
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Post by malaria on Apr 19, 2019 9:00:33 GMT -5
Grandma: "Oh, the heck with those bonds. I've got some nice underwater real estate in Florida that Dan sold me, and I'm in for a piece of my friend Ol' Cap's back pension, too!"
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 19, 2019 11:46:35 GMT -5
"Oh, there's no adults around in this huge, elaborate mansion? Well, we'll just sit here quietly and wait. We wouldn't want to damage anything."
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 19, 2019 11:56:00 GMT -5
"Well, of course I wouldn't admit who I was. The last time I told someone I was the Harry Spear in the Little Rascals shorts, I had to answer questions at the police station for hours..."
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Post by RJH on Apr 19, 2019 22:02:20 GMT -5
Alfalfa: I lurch through the air without a trace of ease, I'm the simpering coward on the wobbly trapeze, My flailing is graceless, girls I never please, So no hearts I'll ever steal away.
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 19, 2019 23:28:45 GMT -5
At Club Spanky:
Alfalfa: Thanks for the free show Spanky, but all in all, I'd still much rather sing opera in the streets, than earn hundreds and thousands of dollars at your club crooning.
Spanky: I totally respect your devotion to your chosen art, Alfalfa. Best of luck to ya!
Porky: Well, leave me out of this singing in the street business, Albalfa! I want in on Club Pawnky's dough!
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Post by malaria on Apr 20, 2019 8:06:08 GMT -5
Max Davidson (asked by Farina "how's the family?"): "Oy, I'll TELL YA!!. The mishpocheh ist gute... die kinder are doing SO VELL in school, ya wouldn't believe!! And mein wife... an angel from heaven, aaaaooouuwwooooooo!!"
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Post by RJH on Apr 20, 2019 13:40:28 GMT -5
Farina: "Jean, will you please be my acupuncturist?"
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 20, 2019 14:37:24 GMT -5
Mickey Daniels: Mary, you really don't do it for me. In fact, I've always kinda had a thing for Joe.
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 20, 2019 15:20:04 GMT -5
Mary: "I'm sorry, Mickey, but I can never date someone who does full frontal in comedy shorts..."
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Post by malaria on Apr 22, 2019 16:35:01 GMT -5
*shudder*
Sherwood: "Wheezer, have you ever been in a... in a Turkish prison?"
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Post by RJH on Apr 22, 2019 18:03:15 GMT -5
Old Wart-Head: "Can I join in your pillow fight? Please?"
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Post by malaria on Apr 23, 2019 14:05:36 GMT -5
Sherwood: "My ma-ma gave me a poem and I'd like to speak it to you. 'There once was a man from Nantucket..'"
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Post by myhomeo on Apr 24, 2019 13:24:18 GMT -5
Harry Spear: "Goodbye Shirley Jean, I dunno how you had the grace to hold yourself, while those around you fell..."
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Post by tboneator64 on Apr 24, 2019 22:04:01 GMT -5
Norman "Chubby" Chaney and Joe Cobb: Goodbye Darling Jean, we never knew how you had the grace to hold yourself while the soda pop bottles fell....
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