“It’s a roastah. Debbie got a roastah. It’s beautiful.”
“Now, ya going to have to cook for Ernie, Debbie.”
“Are you kiddin’ me. She doesn’t cook. She’s too busy going to the tanning salon.”
“I got this tan from being outside, Ma. I told you.”
“Psst. Sylvia, you shouda heard the phone messages from Ernie’s side of the family. One lady called and said ‘I’ma coming to your party. You calla me.’ And I’m like, I should call you? Debbie’s mother in law expected her to go her to house every Sunday at 1:00 for pasta, you know like my mother always did. But Debbie said, “no way. ‘I go the beach on the weekends’.”
“Debbie, this is longest shower I’ve evah been to. When is this going to end?”

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