Francine Fishpaw:
[Cuddles, along with her personal chauffeur, have arrived in the driveway]
Oh, it's Cuddles...
La Rue:
Good Lord, Francine. Don't you know it's bad luck to let retarded people in your home? Call me a cab this instant!
Francine Fishpaw:
But, Mother, she's my best friend.
La Rue:
Your "best friend"? She was your cleaning lady, Francine! Are you that unpopular that you seek out the social company of your maid?
Francine Fishpaw:
But she's not a maid anymore, Mother. She inherited a great deal of money from the family she used to work for.
La Rue:
Money or not... oh, the injustice of it all! She was a scrub woman! Give her carfare, a ham at Easter, but for God's sake, don't hang around with her! Are you going to call me a cab, or do I have to walk?
Francine Fishpaw:
[meekly]
Yes, Mother...
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