What's taking you so long to get ready? We're going to be late again, hurry UP!

You're stressing me out...

I'm sick.  I can't go to school today. 

someone called me and wont get off the phone

LOL, great answer!

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Hey, wait, what will I tell Miss Hoskins? .

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Listen, Lady.  I'm wearing the silly red plaid outfit you picked for me.  I'm carrying the walking stick, I have the danged monocle ready, I just can't get it to stay in my eye.  I've followed your instructions and shaved parts of my body that have never seen a razor before.  I have the microphones taped to me just like you said.  I bought the tickets with cash so that my credit card wouldn't be traced.  I borrowed an old loaner car from a guy who got it from a mechanic's shop halfway across town.  I switched the license plates from a new car at a dealership in the next county.  I paid a guy to sit in my apartment playing loud music and singing off-key at the top of his lungs as my alibi.

Now I've done my part, all you have to do is put on some thigh-highs, a pair of shoes, lose the vino, get out from under that desk, wash your face and we'll be ready to go!  It's the least you can do!

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I knew it. You don't understand me. No man does. *sobs*

All I asked was can we have a coffee and talk, just talk. You always have to complicate things. I was just asking for that recipe...

I'm busy sharpening an axe!  

Now, do you want to tell me to hurry up just one more time?

Grrrrrrrr!
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I'm sorry. The radio was playing dance music and I got carried away.

Tap, tap, tap, tap . . . aw, what the heck!  We'll tell them we had car trouble and needed to cancel.

(Randy D drops the plan and joins the dancing.)

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Thank you, Randy,

and ONE two three, and ONE two three, and TURN two three, and AGAIN two three, 

and OUCH!!! ... WATCH YOUR FEET WILL YOU? 

(Quit complaining and try to keep up, Neelie.)

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