Sugarpuss O'Shea:
Do you know what this means - "I'll get you on the Ameche"?
Professor Bertram Potts:
No.
Sugarpuss O'Shea:
'Course you don't. An Ameche is the telephone, on account of he invented it.
Professor Bertram Potts:
Oh, no, he didn't.
Sugarpuss O'Shea:
Like, you know, in the movies.
Professor Bertram Potts:
Well, I see what you mean. Very interesting. Make no mistake, I shall regret the absence of your keen mind; unfortunately, it is inseparable from an extremely disturbing body.
Prof. Oddly:
This is what you would call an "up-stick".
Sugarpuss O'Shea:
I love him because he's the kind of guy who gets drunk on a glass of buttermilk, and I love the way he blushes right up over his ears. I love him because he doesn't know how to kiss, the jerk!
Sugarpuss O'Shea:
Richard Ill. Who's Richard Ill?
Professor Bertram Potts:
It's Richard III.
Sugarpuss O'Shea:
[referring to her throat] A slight rosiness? It's as red as The Daily Worker, and just as sore!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
