Edna: My lands, Margie, I think I did a touch too much celebrating during New Year's. I barely remember anything that happened over the last couple days, and my mouth tastes like someone walked all over my tongue. I think I need some Alka-Seltzer...
Margie: Is New Year's over, Edna ? What day is this? My head is about to explode.
Lord have mercy! This can't be real. Edna, why are there two of you sitting there?
Edna: Margie, you're seeing things, there's only the one of me. But my head sure does feel like it split in two. This is most definitely not a fun Friday for me. I swear, we're too old to be indulging in excess like this. It's a good thing Mama can't see us now, she'd scold us for being gluttonous and hedonistic. We reaped what we sowed, Margie, that's for sure.
Margie: Oh happy day! There's only one of you. Edna, we must have thought we were young'uns again.
Mama would be ashamed and she'd sure send us to bed with no supper. As a matter of fact, I believe I hear my bed calling my name.
Edna: Mine, too. I'm going to bed and sleep until my head stops swimming.
Next New Year's, I'm sticking to ginger ale.
Margie: I wouldn't go that far, Edna.
