Margie: Listen up, dingbat, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Supernatural returns tonight on the CW and I've been waiting for those boys. They took a hiatal or some such and this is a new episode.
You best keep your yap shut tonight or I'll duct tape your big mouth. You got that?
Edna: Margie, for the last time, those voices you hear when you're watching TV aren't me. They're the radio signals you pick up on your fillings. Besides, you're the one who chatters on all through TV episodes, it's like watching with a monkey.
You know, it's about gol-durn time that show is back on the air. I'm going to write a letter to Congress and get them to ban hiatuses. I'm a patient woman, but even I have my limits.
Margie: I don't have any fillings, nutcase. Go take your pills.
You go ahead and write Congress. It's not likely that they're going to help you since they only help themselves to our money. Speaking of money, I'd sure pay that pretty Jensen to come here to visit me. Lordy, it's cold shower time.
Edna: Folks, there's nothing worse than an over-the-hill hussy, and that's the truth.
