Edna: You know, Margie, looking at those scandalous pictures of yours yesterday got me to thinking. I might want to put up some nice artwork of my own. If you can re-decorate, so can I.
Margie: Artwork, Edna? Who are you kidding?
Edna: Here, take a look at this one. Goodness knows I need something nice to look at up on the wall so I don’t have to look at you, all wrinkled and frizzed.
This is that nice young man on the TV, Josh Holloway. I think he’d make a nice change of scenery around here, don’t you? Especially if he keeps his shirt off.
Margie: He'd make a nice addition to my basement.
Edna: You stay away from him, you harpy! Oh, and here’s another one. His name is Jensen Ackles, he’s on that “Supernatural” show. If he's anything like the character he plays, he’s got a wicked streak in him.
Edna: I tell you what; he’s young enough to be my grandson, but true love knows no age.
Margie: Lack of good sense obviously knows no age either, Edna.
Edna: Margie, have I ever told you that you're not my favorite person? Now here's a gentleman who's closer to my age. He can shiver my timbers any time.
Margie: Edna, he'll be knocking timbers down to get away from you.
Edna: Fine, that's the last time I ask your opinion about anything, I don't know why I even bother. You always rain on my parade, you miserable old bat.
