Gene Autry

Edna: Margie, look here. The paper says tomorrow is Gene Autry's birthday. Gosh, remember how much you used to love to listen to him sing?

Margie: I surely did. I remember when he'd come to court me and he'd even have Mama and Daddy out on the porch listening. Daddy always sent you to bed early because you were so mean.

Edna: Margie, why must you persist in telling stories that aren't true? Gene Autry never courted you! You're thinking of Gene Autwell, that plumber from over in Wichita who thought he was a cowboy. Remember how he tried to ride a horse to see you that one time, but the poor thing bucked him off before he even made it out of Wichita?

Margie: Edna, you're a lying liar. Gene Autwell? Wasn't he the one who became a rodeo clown soon after that? Wonder what became of him?

Edna: I don't know, but I'll tell you what I do know: there is only one lying liar in this conversation and it most definitely is not me. Why don't we just put up a nice Gene Autry clip for our readers to listen to?

Margie: Edna, I'm positive we'd all prefer that as to listen to your mouth.