Mrs. Constance Link:
What about that nice young man who came to dinner last week with his parents? What was he? He was the son of the Secretary of something or other.
Gloria Link:
He looks like a turnip.
Mrs. Constance Link:
He looks like a turnip, dear, that's right; because, his mother looks like a turnip. But! Looks are not everything. He seemed like a very intelligent boy.
Gloria Link:
He's a fairy!
Mrs. Constance Link:
He is a fairy, my dear. Well, that's because his father's a fairy. But, that does not mean that you cannot have a very nice relationship with him.
Gloria Link:
Well, Mom, that's not the kind of relationship I want!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:02