Load up the wagons people, Oliver Douglas is heading to New York! Apparently he got allergic to smelling hay and is looking for Park Avenue now, baby. Please, please, please, just leave the pig, Eb and that fat Mr. whatever his name was home.
Next thing you know, he'll be movin' on up to the east side... to a de-luxe apartment in the sky. Hey, by the way, could you get me a piece of the pie?
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Manhatten was pretty expensive. By George, I must have been dropping Jeffersons like there was no tomorrow, but the Goulash was great!
This was news to you? Haven't you Eva been there before? Or were you expecting some sort of Eb and flow to the cost of living there?
Geez Louise, I was expecting the Hooters, ville accept credit cards, but they only wanted cash.
I think you're just being petti - or trying to get my coat. Perhaps I shouldn't do this blog in con-junction with you.
You're moving kind of slow in your response. Perhaps, you want to cry Uncle. Or grab a cup of Joe?
Was I trying to throw you a curve? You bet.
Listen, Sam. Are you drinking again? You sure sound like a Drucker.
In general, I can usually store it up.
You're a pretty Shady character. Why don't you give it a Rest? Hotel what you may say next!
You think you can just sKate by with these comments? Be my guest.
Frankly, I'm Fred up with this post. Besides, I'm starting to get the Ziffels from this weather, so I should get some rest.
Listen Mister, don't get your Haneys in a bunch!
Arnold what your trying to do, but if you quit speaking in Pig Latin, it would be easier to understand.
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