Felicia Alden:
[Felica speaking to Clyde while being fed oatmeal in the hospital]
You know, you sit there in that pathetic excuse for an office, reporting gossip, while under your very nose, evil is doing its worst. You have no spine, Clyde. Not one ounce of morality. Versed, even common sense. Nuclear holocaust, rape, murder, apartheid. Why these words they mean nothing to you.
Clyde Alden:
It's a local newspaper, Honey.
Felicia Alden:
It's local turpitude. You are a failure, Clyde. You know you should be strung up with that son-of-a-bitch who bought that house.
[Screaming]
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