TWO Flashcards
S: Oh, Dorothy. The horror…the horror…
Ma! Is everything alright?
S: Yes, Dorothy. When a person enters a room and says “the horror, the horror,” everything is alright.
Oh, Ma, every day you walk in this kitchen and cry “the horror, the horror” over the tiniest little things.
S: I do not.
Yesterday, you said “the horror, the horror” because Suzie Hopkins didn’t have change for your quarter at her lemonade stand.
S: Hey, I know a scam when I see one.
She’s eight years old!
S: What’s your point? I had my first money-laundering front when I was six.
Well what’s the atrocous news this time? did Rose get a sneeze stuck in her nose again? I’ll get the whisk.
S: I’m not going to tell you. You won’t take it seriously.
Try me.
S: Your Aunt Ethel had a terrible, terrible fall. She whacked her head on the ground, and it splattered apart, like a tomato does.
WHAT?! Oh my god!
S: It’s such a mess, Dorothy. Such a mess.
Oh Ma! And I just joked about the whisk! Oh I feel terrible, just awful.
S: As you should.
I should send some flowers - wait a second. How come I’ve never met Aunt Ethel before?
S: Met her? Aren’t you listening, Dorothy? She’s a tomato.
Oh, of course, I’m sorry for being ridiculous.
S: I forgive you.
A tomato. A TOMATO?! You have me crying over a tomato?!
S: It’s not just any tomato. It’s a cursed tomato.
All you need is some cursed lettuce and some cursed bacon, and you’ve got yourself a delicious lunch.
S: Look at me, pussy cat. I’ve never been so serious in my life. Let me explain…
Quickly. Or else you and Aunt Ethel will have a one-way trip back to Shady Pines.
S: Don’t joke about that.
Speak.
S: Picture it. Sicily. 1909.
Ma, you’re not gonna tell a story, are you?
S: No, I’m gonna do shadow puppets. Of course I’m gonna tell a story. Where was I? Picture it. Sicily. 1909. On my father’s death bed, he pulls me close and tells me that he’s got something very valuable to give me a tomato.
I don’t believe it.
S: Neither could I! When he said family heirloom I thought he meant the silver butter dish. But instead it was a -
Please. Don’t.
S: Heirloom tomato.
Strike me down, I’m begging you.
S: … Sicilian curse on a tomato.
You must be joking.
S: …This is a very bad sign, Dorothy. it’s an omen.
That is by far the daftest, the dumbest, the most idiotic thing that has ever been said by a person.
R: Hyurkan-fluerkan-shemmel-plop!
I stand corrected.
R: The horror, the horror
Not you too
R: Hyurkan-fluerkan-shemmel-plop!
I’m sorry, I don’t speak idiot. Maybe try English?
R: Herring in a bottle!
Somehow I’m more confused in English
R: It’s a herring in a bottle.
That doesn’t help.
R: You see, Dorothy, a herring is a fish. And a bottle -
Rose!!
S: How long is this stupid story? I’m in my eighties, I have to plan.
Stupid story?! Ma, you just told one about a magic tomato.
S: CURSED tomato and even so, hers will be stupider.
No way.
S: You want to bet on it?
Ten dollars.
R: …and he opened the world’s first herring circus.
Let me guess, he had the herring ride an elephant?
R: Only once. Neither of them were too happy with the arrangement.
Of course.
R: Hans preferred specialty acts. Like Nurgen the flying-fish acrobat, and Fleurgen the clown fish.
Fleurgen, the Clown Fish?