Norval Jones:
W-what was his first name?
Trudy Kockenlocker:
You mean Ratzkywatzky?
Norval Jones:
N-n-naturally.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Does he have to have a first name?
Norval Jones:
Of course he has to have a first name. Everybody has a first name. Even dogs have first names, even if they don't have any last names.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Well, I don't know. I had an uncle named Roscoe.
Norval Jones:
Roscoe, Roscoe, he eats them alive!
Trudy Kockenlocker:
What?
Norval Jones:
That - that's a snake eater's name.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Well, it was my uncle's name.
Norval Jones:
Well, how about Hugo?
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Oh, phooey!
Norval Jones:
Well, how about Otis? That was...
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Oh, phooey!
Norval Jones:
That was my father's name.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Oh, I'm sorry.
Norval Jones:
Well, it doesn't matter. You can call him Montmorency for all I care.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Oh, phooey!
Norval Jones:
Well, what goes good with Ratzkywatzky?
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Nothing!
Norval Jones:
How about Ignatz?
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Ignatz? You'd have to take a b-b-bicarbonite with that.
Norval Jones:
Ignatz Ra-ra-ratzkywatzky. That - that fits alright.
Trudy Kockenlocker:
Oh, phooey!
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