Trion for man woman and obnoxious child
I don’t care if it is Monday Night. Let Howard Cossell do
your laundry. See if Dandy Don laughs at your jibes.
Get the New York Jets to cook Armenian Chili.
We’re watching the Gabby Awards.
Do you know what lust is?
Seeing Tony give three points and the Bears.
The game is at Minnesota, land of frozen Finns.
I wanna see Godzilla humps Reptilicus.
Young minds should be fed, too.
You watch that damn game, I could be naked and dead.
Naw, that’s Mailer. Norman, I think.
He thinks he’s got wife problems.
Childhood should be a time of nurturement and enrichment.
Eugene Sax-on the Sax life of musical children.
I’m your wife. Remember me?
I’m not a tight end.
I damn well know that. You used to-
Hey, do I go out with other bimboes.
Hey, do I go sleep it off in grave yards on Friday nights.
Hey. do I talk to myself and make weird noises:
Frequently, the child is un seen by couples who have an un usual frequency of arguments.He emerges unseen.
He becomes either a deviate or moves to Cleveland
Angelo Vertilli-unpublished term paper
It’s good for the kid. You want him to be some damn Fairy! Watching male models:
The Gabby shows Male and Fe Male models. There’s a diffeence, ya know. “Cides, I wanna see Erika Kane.
So look at your magazines.
I’d watch if Tom was on, her ex. Now he could play.
She’s only a model.
Male Children, especially, grow up either extroadinarily
aggressive or intensely passive in these nattering, bickering, environments. Either way, they’re a poor choice for Home Loans-
Edna Street-The Myth of Self
Do you have money on this Erika chick. I could see that.
I mean, models shmodels. Hey, did I ever ask you to do
weird things with sheep and whipped cream-
Maybe you should. I’ll go over Madge’s
(exits in middle dudgeon, can’t afford high)
I wanna see the monsters!
My in-laws aren’t allowed out this year.
I hate football Daddy
You are a football Daddy.
For all you know I could be wearin’ dresses now.
For all you see I could be playing Doctor every. day.
With real knives.
For all you care
I could be Neal
you don’t know.
Hey,fella pinches cheek
How’s ’bout you and me
make us some pop-a-corn and….
Child walks away