Margie: Edna, I have a secret. I didn't tell you before now because you always interfere in my business. Anyway, I was watching the Food Network and they're looking for new talent. I had Cousin T make a video of me cooking and it's in the mail. I'm calling my show Margie's Manly Meals. I'll be cooking for different manly men every week. The ratings will be the highest in history. How do you like that?
Edna: Margie, what do I care if you humiliate yourself on national television? You'll just be showing the world what I already know: that you're a shameless hussy who can't cook.
And poor Cousin T, I wish you wouldn't involve that boy in your shenanigans. He was raised to respect his elder's requests, even when said elder is a nincompoop.
Margie: See? You're trying to interfere in my business. You're just jealous. You don't want me to be a star. Well, once I'm a star, I may have your manly Frenchman on my show. How do you like them apples?
You best watch who you call names, Missy. You won't be sharing my new riches if you keep it up.
Edna: If you think I want anything to do with your floozy money, then you've got another think coming.
Margie: What I think is that you're a moron because floozy money spends as well as any other kind.
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