Margie: Edna, Mrs. Pastor called this morning and asked how I'm doing. She's so sweet. I told her I'm a little weak because you wouldn't fix my breakfast.
Look what she brought me while you got your bath.
Edna: Margie, I never thought I'd see the day where you'd lie to the wife of a man of God! I did so fix you breakfast, you just refused to eat it. It's not my fault that the doctor won't let you have brown sugar on your oatmeal any more.
That was nice of her to bring you a cake but I consider that ill-gotten goods. You call her right now and tell her to come get it and take it back home with her. Go ahead. I'll wait.
Margie: Edna, it's all gone. So is the milk. Could you go to the store, sister?
Edna: After you slandered me to Mrs. Pastor? Not on your life.
Oh, and I'm calling the doctor right now and telling him all about that cake you just ate, so I hope it was worth it.
Margie: Edna, have you forgotten how Daddy said nothing is worse than a tattle tale? You have no respect.
Edna: That's okay, the doctor will be able to tell you haven't been minding him the next time he checks your cholesterol. Then we'll see who has the last laugh.
Margie: Kiss my... grits, hussy.