“C’mon, Mai. Lemme jos toash it.”
“Golly, Ferny. I don’t think that’s app-“
“Jos wee da bag oaf my hen.”
“It’s just … we’re on the ball field.”
“I lobe joo, Mai.”
“Whelp, I think, uh …”
“I’m drong.”
“Yeah, that’s really inappropriate.”
“I wanna kees jor faces.”
“Well that’s not gonna happen either.”
“Jos a liddo peck en usen da beg of mai hen I wanna toash it.”
“Turn the page, Ferny. I’ve gotta game to manage and you-“
/starts singing “I Think We’re Alone Now”





