Dr. Ruth Westheimer:
When you are sitting in front of a crackling fireplace...
Edgar:
Crackling fireplace.
Dr. Ruth Westheimer:
...and you take that lady into your arms...
Edgar:
But I don't *have* any arms.
Dr. Ruth Westheimer:
Oh dear. Do you have anything you can touch her with?
Edgar:
I don't have *anything*!
Dr. Ruth Westheimer:
Oh dear. Maybe you should go to a clinic.
Edgar:
But I can't, Dr. Ruth. Moles keeps me locked up.
Dr. Ruth Westheimer:
Locked up? You must call the police right away!
Edgar:
Right away. Yeah!
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