Edna: Margie, summertime always makes me think of going on vacation. Why don’t we go anywhere anymore like we used to? Remember that year Mama and Daddy packed us up in the Model T and took us down to San Antonio to see the Alamo? That was surely a fun trip, even though it was hot as Hades down there in Texas.
Margie: We don't go anywhere, Edna, because you always want to drive and you can't see. If I drive you boss me around.
I do remember the Alamo. It was so hot that I almost went skinny dipping but I was too scared that Daddy would catch me and tan my hide. I remember one of the gentlemen at the Alamo took a shine to you, Edna.
Edna: Which is why Daddy high-tailed us right back out of Texas, he was worried about keeping my virtue safe. He knew yours was already compromised, you hussy.
Do you remember when we took that train trip out to Hollywood because you wanted to star in the “talkies”?
Margie: Edna, I told Daddy about your "virtue." Remember when he threatened to lock you in your room for the rest of your life?
I do remember that train ride. I could have been a star in Hollywood if only I hadn't let that sweet-voiced man talk me into going to Reno.
Edna: I think the movie industry breathed a sigh of relief when that happened; the world couldn’t have taken seeing you up there on the silver screen. Your face would have given even King Kong the scare of his life.
So, should we go somewhere this summer? I bet Cousin T would drive us anywhere we wanted to go.
Margie: Edna, I'm not the one who looks they got beat with an ugly stick. Hussy.
Where shall we go? We can't let Cousin T drive unless we lock up the Special Tea first.
Edna: Well, I got a letter from Aunt Biddy down in Florida and it sounded like she wanted some company, but she hates you. Maybe you'd better think of somewhere else to go.
I'll get Cousin T to drive me to Hawaii.
