“Your Harry is a real brother-in-law’s brother-in-law, Dolores. How much is it going to cost me to get rid of this thing?”
“Well, they’re back. That ‘Farewell to Fungus’ crap didn’t do a damn bit of good.”
“Damn kids! Where’s the rest of him? I paid good money for that!”
“What part of ‘highly polished aluminum finish’ don’t they understand?”
The sudden emergence of “mega portrait fungus” caught many humans by surprise.
“It’s at least a foot higher, Dolores. We either move or start selling tickets.”
“Dolores, either I’m drunk or your garden gnomes have achieved megalo-metastasis.”
“You’re right, Dolores. A three-quarters profile would be much more effective. I’ll have Ramon and Harry get on it this afternoon.”
“Call the cops, Dolores. The Benson kids took his Ray-Bans again.”
“I love it, Dolores. I just wish it didn’t play ‘Also Sprach Zarathustra’ every time the morning sun hits its forehead.”
