Margie: Edna, today is Tennis Day. Why in the world would somebody make Tennis Day in February? It's still cold enough to freeze my bloomers so I won't be playing any tennis today.
Edna: Well, maybe they mean table tennis, you can play that indoors. You know, tennis was never my favorite sport. All that running back and forth, hitting a little fuzzy ball with a racket--I just can't see the point.
Margie: Lawsy me, Edna, you're a hopeless case. The point was not to hit the ball, dingbat. The point was to wear my cute outfit, get on the court, and pretend to twist my ankle. Such nice young men would offer to help me as I cried.
Edna: My sister the tennis pro, everyone.
