She feels pretty empty.
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Bartholomew: Mother, where's our furniture?
Mother: It's on order from Italy, my little IM Pei. It'll be here in 3 to 4 months.
Bartholomew: Mother, why are we dressed all in black?
Mother: It's how your Father prefers us, my little Apostle.
Bartholomew: Mother, where is Father?
Mother: This week (pause) he's banging a gaggle of Thai whores.
Bartholomew: Mother, What are you staring at?
Mother: The rest of my life...
("the new vision in family living." 170eea.com)
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I hear it as "Mummy, where is Father" - but that may just be the anglophile in me.
Mother: Now, my little Pereira, Mommy's going to take a nap - so please be quiet and continue playing with your Transamerica Tower lego set.
Bartholomew: It's the Empire State Building, Mother.
Mother: Yes, so it is. Still, a phallic symbol.
Bartholomew: What is phallic, Mother?
Mother: (sigh) Not now, Bartholomew. Mommy is tired.
Angular, sleek, expensive, and not very comfortable to lie on.
And the furniture stinks, too.
Ba-dum!
Bartholomew, remember when you asked me what a North Korean nuclear bomb looked like...?
Top a' the world, Ma; with an unobstructed view of Greenpoint, no less!
That's about right.
West side story...
Ma: get away from the window before someone shoots at you
"Making the sky the best place on earth" (except for Air France flights and, of course, Macchu Pichu....)
Now why does this remind me of the Big Indian from the Village People with his red rubber fire hydrant?
And all you scummy low class warms, go back to your little rat holes and shut the fuck up. All of you shits would have loved to live here if the opportunity came about, you little filthy shits
" 'a' NYC ADVERTISING COPYWRITER" - you really do get paid the big bucks to be stupid...
His real mother was a Jackal. She shouldn't get him a tricycle or stand on ladders.
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