Episode Fifteen: "Grooving Around in a Trench Coat With a Saturnine Trail"

RHODA: So was Goebbels.
MARY: Where's Falwell now, Rhoda?
RHODA: The Fiery Trench. The Putrid Swamp. The Plain of Razor-Sharp Knives.
MARY: The Uncrossable Torrent?

MARY: Suppose you kill a mosquito between your fingernails.
RHODA: Later in hell you will be killed by being crushed between two mountains that look like fingernails.
MARY: I slept on the rug in front of the bookshelf until the thunder came. Then I slept under the bed. One of the dogs upstairs barked.

RHODA: You say, "God loves you -- come and buy the good news!" Then you buy the president and swimming pools!
POUND: Splash wakes the chap on the wood-barge. A wet cat gleaming in patches.
1 Comments:
Amen, sister! And thanks for the comment on my blog. Hmmm, and I think I'll mine some of your links for choice nuggets of wisdom. I look forward to reading more.
(And what a cute cat! I have a sweet feline who spends most of her time in my lap if it's available.)
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