MY LITTLE MARGIE - "Big Moose's Son Visits" or "Little Moose"
ANNOUNCER:
The United States armed forces radio service presents My Little Margie starring Gale Storm and Charles Farrell.
(Music)
ANNOUNCER:
It's morning in the Albright apartment and as Margie serves breakfast her father looks over the morning mail. After going through the usual batch of bills and circulars he opens a letter, reads it, turns to Margie and says.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle?
MARGIE:
A monkey's uncle dad? Do I have a cousin you've never told me about?
MR ALBRIGHT:
I'm talking about this letter, now who do you think it's from?
MARGIE:
Who?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Guess?
MARGIE:
Zsa Zsa?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh stop. You could guess if you tried. Now, who could send me a letter that would make me feel young again, that would stimulate me, that, that would quicken my pulse?
MARGIE:
Your draft board?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, I guess I'll have to tell you. It's my old college chum Mike Magruder - otherwise known as "Big Moose." Oh, good old Big Moose, best friend a guy ever had.
MARGIE:
Yes. You've told me something about him. How he used to wear your clothes, use your car, steal your girl.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh, what a friend. We use to share and share alike. Anything I had was his and anything he had was mine.
MARGIE:
What did HE have?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Nothing. Oh, good ol' Big Moose.
MARGIE:
Sounds like he should have been called big mooch.
MR ALBRIGHT:
He was a confirmed woman hater.
MARGIE:
A woman hater?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yeah, he'd hate to be away from them.
MARGIE:
Sound like he was part moose and part wolf. I'll bet you were the same way in college huh dad?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh well not exactly. I was sort of bashful in those days. There were over 600 girls on our campus, and I never kissed one of them.
MARGIE:
which one?
MR ALBRIGHT:
I mean that Margie. I'll never forget there was one girl I was crazy about. I finally got up enough courage to ask her to be my girl. I said to her, Birdie...
MARGIE:
Was that her name? Birdie?
MR ALBRIGHT:
No, no but that's what I used to call her.
MARGIE:
Why?
MR ALBRIGHT:
She was pigeon-toed. Anyway, I said, "Birdie, I want you to be my girl. I know I'm not as handsome as Big Moose. I'm not as good a dancer as Big Moose, and I'm not as popular as Big Moose."
MARGIE:
What happened?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, she asked me to introduce her to the Big Moose. What a guy. Boy I'd like to see the Moose again and relive some of those good old football days. I'll never forget the play we used against State. It was a double reverse with the Statue of Liberty handoff. Big Moose carried the ball and my job was to block out the opposing fullback. Now get that chair out of the way and I'll show you how it went.
SFX:
(moving chair sound)
MARGIE:
Okay dad, go ahead
MR ALBRIGHT:
72- 54- 48 hike. Oh, I go through the line and smack the opposing fullback like this.
SFX:
Running sound
SFX:
Door open (smacks him in the head and THUD sound)
(Door opens suddenly and hits Mr. Albright in the head and he falls to the floor)
MRS ODETTE – Hello. Well don't just sit there, Margie, help me pick him up.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Ohhhh, what hit me?
MARGIE:
The fullback, Odette.
MRS ODETTE:
What's going on?
MARGIE:
Well, dad was living in the past for a moment He got a letter from his old college chum.
MRS ODETTE:
Oh, you mean the letter from Big Moose?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Mrs Odette, how do you know about the letter?
MRS ODETTE:
Well, every morning when the doorman delivers the mail in this building he usually stops by my apartment first with my mail. So, in appreciation I usually brew him some coffee.
MARGIE:
I see.
MRS ODETTE:
Sometimes I even fix him a big breakfast too but, uh, that all depends.
MARGIE:
Depends on what?
MRS ODETTE:
On how many other people's letters he has that I want to steam open.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Hey Margie? While you were talking, I read the second part of Big Moose's letter. What do you think it says?
MRS ODETTE:
His son is coming to New York.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Okay Mrs Odette you might as well tell her the rest.
MRS ODETTE:
Well, his son's name is Mike Magruder Jr. and he's coming in for a visit. He'll be here tomorrow.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Thank you.
MRS ODETTE:
You're welcome.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I've never met Big Moose's son.
MARGIE:
I guess they call him Little Moose.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yeah. I guess he's just about your age Margie and oh, say, this is great.
MARGIE:
What's great?
MR ALBRIGHT:
My daughter and Big Moose's son. Oh, what an ideal match.
MARGIE:
Now now wait a minutem dad! I'm perfectly capable of picking my own boyfriend.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well if you pick Freddie Wilson, you're not capable. Now Margie, I want you to cancel all your dates for the rest of the week and devote all your time to Big Moose's son when he gets here.
MARGIE:
But dad...
MR ALBRIGHT:
I have spoken. Who knows what this might lead to? Now just think, someday my daughter may be married to Little Moose.
MARGIE:
Me? Marry Little Moose??
MRS ODETTE:
And may all your children be ELKS.
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(Music)
MRS ODETTE:
hello Margie, where's your father?
MARGIE:
He went out for a while. Mrs Odette, what am I going to do about
this situation?
MRS ODETTE:
Well from what your father said, Big Moose was a husky, handsome man and if Little Moose is a chip off the old block you've got nothing to squawk about.
MARGIE:
Well, that's not the point. I don't like the idea of dad running my life for me.
I'm over 21. I can pick my own boyfriend. Oh, what am I going to do (begins to cry)
MRS ODETTE:
Oh Margie, I wouldn't cry like that.
MARGIE:
You cry any way you like, this is my way. (she starts to cry loud)
MRS ODETTE:
Knock it off, knock it off
MARGIE:
But Mrs Odette, supposed dad insists that I marry Little Moose.
MRS ODETTE:
Well, what's wrong with that that? Marriage is a great institution.
MARGIE:
Well, I'm not ready for an institution!
MRS ODETTE:
Oh Margie, marriage isn't so bad. Take it from an old hen. Why I've walked down that aisle so many times that I know the way blindfolded.
MARGIE:
You've had your court of husbands all right haven't you?
MRS ODETTE:
I've had more than my quota, but the idea is to find the right
man. Now you take my fourth husband. From the first day we were married he
stayed home every night. That's what I call devotion. (slight pause) The doctor called it gout.
SFX:
(Buzzer rings)
MARGIE:
Come in.
FREDDY:
Hi Margie, hi Mrs. Odette.
MRS ODETTE:
Hi, Freddy.
MARGIE:
Hello Freddy.
FREDDY:
Say, what's wrong with you? You don't look happy.
MARGIE:
I'm not. Dad's closest pal in college was a fella named Big Moose.
Big Moose has a son named Little Moose and he's coming to town and dad wants me
to spend all my time with him.
FREDDY:
Well, how long is he going to stay?
MARGIE:
Maybe forever! Dad has visions of Little Moose marrying me.
FREDDY:
Marrying you? What about me?
MARGIE:
I think you'd rather marry me.
FREDDY:
Margie quit kidding. You know what I mean.
MARGIE:
I know, but what can I do about it. I wish I could figure out a way to stop
dad from interfering in my life. Picking my boyfriend.
FREDDY:
I know how you can stop him.
MARGIE:
How?
FREDDY:
Elope with me. That's the best thing.
MRS ODETTE:
What's the next best thing?
FREDDY:
Well I don't think it's right for him to run your life Margie. If he was my father
I'd say to him...
SFX:
(door opens)
MR ALBRIGHT:
YOU'D SAY WHAT?
FREDDY:
(sheepishly) Hi pop.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Now Freddy, this is none of your affair, and I don't want you to butt into it.
FREDDY:
Well, you've got no right to run Margie's life.
MARGIE:
YEAH, tell him Freddy.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Now listen Margie, Little Moose must be a human dynamo like his father, and that's the kind of a boyfriend I want you to have.
FREDDY:
Well, I'm a human dynamo too.
MR ALBRIGHT:
You? A dynamo?
MRS ODETTE:
Sure, everything he has on is charged.
FREDDY:
Mr Albright, why don't you approve of me. Tell me why?
MRS ODETTE:
Oh, that would take all day.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I want Margie to have a man for a boyfriend.
FREDDY:
Oh I'm a man I've got a lot of good points.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Name them.
FREDDY:
Well, I'm clean cut.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I'll concede that.
FREDDY:
I've got character.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I'll concede that too.
FREDDY:
I'm honest.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I'll also concede that.
FREDDY:
I've got brains
MARGIE:
Freddy, you should have quit when you were ahead
MR ALBRIGHT:
All right Freddy, I've heard enough from you, now scram! Bye. Now Margie, baby, believe me - I'm only doing this because I've got your best interest at heart, and someday you'll thank me.
MARGIE:
I - thank you?
MR ALBRIGHT:
You're welcome. Whatever you saw in that Freddy Wilson is beyond me. He'll never amount to anything. JHe has no goal in life.
MARGIE:
His goal is to marry me someday, but now it looks like you kicked the goal.
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(Music)
MARGIE:
Oh hello, Mrs Odette.
MRS ODETTE:
Well Margie, today is the day.
MARGIE:
Yep, today is the day that Little Moose comes into my life, and today is the day I start teaching my father a lesson.
MRS ODETTE:
Do you think your plan will work?
MARGIE:
It's got to. You haven't told anyone have you?
MRS ODETTE:
Why Margie, you know me!
MARGIE:
Yeah, that's why I asked.
MRS ODETTE:
I haven't told a soul.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh, hello Margie. Oh I see they've delivered the groceries.
MARGIE:
Yeah. Dad I wanted.....
MR ALBRIGHT:
Margie, I'm not going to argue this whole thing all over again. After all, a father knows what's best for his daughter.
MARGIE:
Okay dad. Whatever you say.
MR ALBRIGHT:
And furthermore, what I say goes and I demand...... Margie, do you feel all right?
MARGIE:
Of course dad. I've, I've gotten a message. I'll do whatever you say.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh that's swell baby. Gee he'll be here any minute now. Uh Margie, you go and put on your cheerleader sweater, you know the one you wore in college.
MARGIE:
But why?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, you've got to greet him properly.
MARGIE: Oh, can I just greet him with a simple hello instead of a somersault, three tigers and a locomotive.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh all right.
SFX:
(buzz of door)
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh, that must be him. Come in.
LITTLE MOOSE:
I beg your pardon; this is the domicile of Vernon Albright, I presume?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Uh, you presume right.
LITTLE MOOSE:
And you are Vernon Albright, I also presume?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Stop presuming and get to the point. Who are you?
LITTLE MOOSE:
I am Michael Magruder Jr.
MR ALBRIGHT:
WHAT? you mean to say that a skinny, scrawny looking goof like you is Big Moose's son?
LITTLE MOOSE:
Please, I'd prefer that you refer to him as senior.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Why, you pipsqueak!
LITTLE MOOSE:
Please, you're fogging my bifocal.
MRS ODETTE:
Well well well, so this is Little Moose
MARGIE:
Little Moose? He looks more like little mouse.
LITTLE MOOSE:
What's the matter Mr. Albright?
MR ALBRIGHT:
What do you mean?
LITTLE MOOSE:
Your face has the look of a man who has just bitten into a sour apple.
MARGIE:
Oh nonsense. He'd never think of biting you.
LITTLE MOOSE:
I might even go so far as to say you look a little puzzled. What am I? A strange creature from another planet?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh of course you're not from another planet.
MRS ODETTE:
But you sure are a strange creature.
LITTLE MOOSE:
What was that?
MRS ODETTE:
Oh, oh um, I said I'm going to the movies. There's a double feature.
LITTLE MOOSE:
If I heard you the first time madam, let me assure you that I'm quite normal. As a matter of fact, I'm rather average. No different from any other brilliant genius.
MARGIE:
Michael, did you go to the same college dad and your father went to?
LITTLE MOOSE:
College? Oh, you poor sweet child. Of course not. What could college possibly teach me that I haven't already learned by myself. I've read Homer's Iliad in the original Greek, Virgil in the original Latin and Victor Hugo in the original French.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Did you ever read Little Abner in the original English?
LITTLE MOOSE:
Are you referring to a comic strip? Oh, how vulgar. People who read them are abominably stupid, really.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well just shake my hand and call me knucklehead.
MR ALBRIGHT:
um uh tell me Michael, uh what are your interests in life?
LITTLE MOOSE:
Well, I find archaeology absorbing. Last year in Cairo I unearthed old Egyptian prisons and found petrified remains of the prisoners.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh I see, that's where they get the expression, hardened criminals.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Let's go back to Little Abner. Hey, Mr Albright, I understand you're in
the investment business?
MR ALBRIGHT:
That's right, I am.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Confidentially, do you feel that the fiduciary obligations of Luxembourg and Argentina, clandestinely organized in international cartels, It can seriously undermine the position of the pound, sterling, or the Paris bulls.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, umm, you see, I mean....
LITTLE MOOSE:
That is, of course, disregard the French franc.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh well, if you disregard that, naturally. Uh, Mrs Odette? Uh what's the name of that double feature?
MRS ODETTE:
Lost in a fog starring Vern Albright, and I'll be glad when you're dead you rascal you.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Speaking of entertainment, would you care to accompany me on a night of merriment and revelry, Margie?
MARGIE:
Oh, I'd be glad to, Michael. Let me show you to your room and I'll put a fresh face on, and we can leave in about half an hour.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Big Moose Magruder, son, I -- I just can't believe it.
MRS ODETTE:
Aww, poor Big Moose having a son like that. Oh, it's probably that girl he married. Priscilla Higginbotham. Oh, what a bookworm she was - I don't envy you putting up with that boy for a week.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh, I don't know, it could have been worse.
MRS ODETTE:
What do you mean?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well you know how Big Moose was always borrowing things for me?
MRS ODETTE:
Yes.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, I used to go with Priscilla myself. hahahahaha
SFX:
(Music)
SFX (phone rings)
FREDDY:
Yello. Oh, oh, Hello Jerry. No. No, I haven't seen the guy yet but he's Big Moose Magruder's son - gee whiz, he's got to be seven feet tall! Well I, I decided that I'm gonna show Margie that I have muscles too. Oh yes. Don't get funny. Listen Jerry, you got an old pair of football shoulder pads I could wear under my jacket? An old mattress? Oh boy, that's even better. There's nothing like a little stuffing. hahaha Ya, thanks Jerry. You're a pal. So long.
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SFX:
( Buzz door)
MR ALBRIGHT:
Come in.
FREDDY:
Oh Mr Albright.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Hello Freddy, how have you been? Wow, Freddy, what's happened to you?
FREDDY:
What do you mean?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Ohhhh, you look... swollen.
FREDDY:
Yeah, the body beautiful. I'm taking a muscle building course.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh, let me feel.
FREDDY:
(GIGGLES) I've only been taking the course one day but already you can see the improvement.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yeah, yeah, who gives the course uh, Professor K Park?
FREDDY:
K-Park?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yeah, K-Park, from the mattress stuffing of the same name.
(Freddy giggles sheepishly as if caught)
MR ALBRIGHT:
Now look Freddy, if you're doing this to impress Margie, you can stop. You're a better man than little mouse right now.
FREDDY:
Little Mouse?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Big Mouse's, um, Big Moose's offspring - and the trouble is he didn't spring far enough.
FREDDY:
You mean the guy's a square?
MR ALBRIGHT:
A real eight ball.
FREDDY:
BOY! (boisterous laugher)
MARGIE:
Hi Freddy!
FREDDY:
Hi Margie!
MARGIE:
Freddy, what's happened to you? Are you sick?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Sick?
MARGIE:
Dad, is it possible to get mumps in the shoulders?
FREDDY:
Margie, they're supposed to be muscles.
MARGIE:
Muscles? How vulgar!
FREDDY:
What do you mean, vulgar? My muscles are as refined as anybody's.
MARGIE:
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you Freddy, but I never could stand the barbaric type.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Freddy? Barbaric? Little Freddy?
MARGIE:
Well, compared to Michael of course. (dreamingly) Michael is so wonderful. He's so smooth, so polished.
MR ALBRIGHT:
What is he? A man or a floor wax?
FREDDY:
You really like the guy?
MARGIE:
Oh yes. Well, he's so intelligent, so sophisticated. He's creating a new hairdo especially for me and he's designing a new gown to bring out my personality.
FREDDY:
This guy has too much talent for one person. There should be two of them.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yeah, and I love the job of splitting him up!
SFX:
(Music)
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh. Oh, hello Freddy.
FREDDY:
Good evening, Mr Albright.
MARGIE:
Dad, Michael and I are going out this evening.
FREDDY:
Darn it, Margie. What do you see in that guy anyway?
MARGIE:
Well, Michael says we are two kindred spirits. He says his psyche is in tune with mine.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, he better be careful. I'll pull down his aerial.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Good evening, all. Ahhh, there you are Margie. Ready to go?
MARGIE:
Quite. Dad, we're going to a recital featuring Antrim Talavidercho. He's going to sing Rossini's "Una Voci Poca Fa."
FREDDY:
Gee Wizz Margie, I don't get it. You never went in for bebop before.
LITTLE MOOSE:
I beg your pardon young man? I don't think we've met.
MARGIE:
Oh, oh that's right. Freddy Wilson, Michael Magruder.
LITTLE MOOSE:
How do you do.
MARGIE:
Freddy? You could say pleased to meet you.
FREDDY:
Yeah I could but I have to live with myself.
LITTLE MOOSE:
I wish I could show you how to make that painless. Mr. Albright, are you using your car tonight?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, I was going out to see a client.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Well, don't you think you ought to walk? I mean, a man of your age who was so athletic in his youth. Insurance mortality tables show that...
MR ALBRIGHT:
All right all right, take the car, I'll walk.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Oh, you're very kind. By the way, could you tide me over with fifty dollars?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Fifty dollars?
LITTLE MOOSE:
(chuckling) You're right. Oh, that does seem like a paltry sum to entertain your daughter. Make it a hundred.
MR ALBRIGHT:
A hundred dollars??? Now listen young man!
LITTLE MOOSE:
Incidentally, I'm writing home tomorrow. Is there anything you'd want me to tell my father? What a great guy you are or...
MR ALBRIGHT:
Here's a hundred!
MARGIE:
You sure stuffed your "or" in at the right time.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Thank you.
MARGIE:
Come along now Michael. Good night, dad...Freddy.
SFX:
door closing
FREDDY:
Mr Albright, I just want to ask you one thing?
MR ALBRIGHT:
What's that, Freddy?
FREDDY:
Did his parents ever have any children?
SFX:
(Music)
MRS ODETTE:
Mr. Albright, excuse me for being inquisitive but you look rather jumpy and nervous for the past few days. Is it on account of Michael?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Mrs Odette, if you don't mind, please don't mention that name. Every time I hear it, it's like a charge of electricity shooting into my head.
MRS ODETTE:
Okay, suits me.
MARGIE:
(off stage) Dad? Has Michael come in yet?
(Mr Albright makes electrocution noises)
MRS ODETTE:
Mr Albright, what happened?
MR ALBRIGHT:
I just blew a fuse! Margie, he isn't here.
MARGIE:
(off stage) Thanks!
MRS ODETTE:
Ohhhh, so it IS Michael who's been disturbing you?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yes, and he's been here almost a week and already I'm a candidate for the booby hatch.
MRS ODETTE:
Well personally I feel sorry for the boy. When I look at him I'm a little touched.
MR ALBRIGHT:
You're a little touched? He's already touched me for 300 bucks. Ohhh, that's the only thing he's inherited from his father. From Big Moose to big mooch.
MRS ODETTE:
Now calm down Mr Albright.
MR ALBRIGHT:
How can I? Oh, I don't care so much for myself. But, but I'm worried about the effect he's having on Margie. He's even got her writing poetry.
MRS ODETTE:
What's wrong with writing poetry?
MR ALBRIGHT:
On the head of a pin?! Mrs. Odette would you please talk to Margie and try to get her to give up this jerky genius?
MRS ODETTE:
Nothing doing, papa. You started it, now let it finish you.
SFX:
(music)
MARGIE:
Dad, you want to see me?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Yes baby. I -- I want to talk to you about Big Mooch.
MARGIE:
Dad, if you are referring to Michael, I find your attitude very unreasonable. I like him very much.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, but baby, he's too smart for you.
MARGIE:
WHAT?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Do you realize he's willed his brain to the Smithsonian Institute, and they ought to take it away from him before he's ready to give it up?
MARGIE:
Dad, I've made up my mind. Michael and I are getting to the serious stage.
MRS ODETTE:
Mr. Albright, are you trying to persuade your daughter to give up Michael? Why? He's such a sterling character.
MR ALBRIGHT:
He isn't sterling at all. He's solid brass.
MARGIE:
Regardless of what you may say about Michael, it will not change my feelings for him.
LITTLE MOOSE:
Ahhh, there you are Margie. Are you ready for our stroll through the art museum?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Now listen you half-baked Quiz Kid. I want to leave my house immediately and never come back, you hear? Or I'll punch you right in the nose!
SFX:
(SLAM DOOR)
MRS ODETTE:
Well, who said he wasn't an athlete...looks like he's captain of the track team right now.
MARGIE:
Dad, how could you do such a thing and to the son of your lifelong friend.
MR ALBRIGHT:
I don't care. I'd rather risk losing a friend than my daughter. Margie, I forbid you ever to see that mental monster again..... and, and... that's an order!
MARGIE:
There you go - interfering with my life again.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh baby, I - I don't mean to. I'm only doing what I believe is best for you and, and I promise, if you'll forget all about this Michael character, I'll never interfere with you again.
MARGIE:
Dad, would you repeat that, please?
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, uh yeah, yeah, of course. I'll never interfere with you again.
MARGIE:
Mrs. Odette, you're a witness! You heard him.
MR ODETTE:
Naturally. I hear everything.
MR ALBRIGHT:
What do you mean she's a witness?
MARGIE:
Dad, read this telegram. It came a few days ago.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well let's see, hmm, hm, why it's from Big Moose. It says his son isn't coming here at all. He eloped with his girlfriend and went to Hawaii for a honeymoon.
MARGIE:
That's right.
MR ALBRIGHT:
Well, then who in the Sam Hill was the character who I ran out of here?
MRS ODETTE:
My nephew. He's an associate professor at Columbia University.
MARGIE:
Yes, and he very obligingly consented to help me out when I decided to teach you a lesson on minding your own business.
(Margie and Mrs Odette laughing through next dialog)
MR ALBRIGHT:
Oh no....Oh, oh, I knew who he was all along. Did you think you could fool me? What do you think I am, stupid? Margie, Margie - I asked you a question. (pause) Margie, how dare you speak to me like that!
MARGIE:
Yes sir! I'm his little Margie!
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