Mrs. Smythe-Smythe:
[Moe hides a pie he was holding by sticking it to the ceiling]
My dear man. Do tell me about yourself.
Moe:
Well you see... well that is...
[looks up to see the pie unsticking]
Moe:
would you pardon me.
Mrs. Smythe-Smythe:
If you don't tell me about this metamorphosis. I will always feel that I've missed something.
Moe:
Lady, if you don't go right now, you're not going to miss anything.
[starts to walk away, Mrs. Smythe-Smythe stops him]
Mrs. Smythe-Smythe:
What's wrong? You act as though the Sword of Demacles is hanging over your head.
Moe:
Lady, you must be psychic.
[walks away]
Mrs. Smythe-Smythe:
I wonder what's wrong with that man?
[looks up and the pie unsticks and falls on her face]
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