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Felicia:
Mail call, Mrs. Cassadine! Ohhh, and Mr. Postal
Service gots LOTS of mail for you today, Ma'am!
Helena (mumbling):
Strike me dead now, Lord!
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Angel: Alright, Daddy, you see this long
blue tube that's running into your throat? Well, I just put a little
someone I call Mr. Gerbil in the top, and he's making his way down that
tube and soon, Daddy, he'll be gnawing at your innards ... You *are* still
alive, aren't you, Daddy? Cuz, whewff, you'd be amazed at how many people
are getting THAT one wrong tonight. Okay! Alright, enough levity!
Now here comes Mr. Gerbil, Daddy. Mr. Gerbil is coming ....
Sorel (on notepad):
I hate your guts, Angel.
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