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I was hoping, he didn't notice me.
You're sure he saw me?
And he knows it was me?!

Uh, yeah...  He recognized your truck, parked outside.

Tell me, is my hair on fire?
Or am I having a stroke?
Eeeeeek!  We bought thingys!
What'd he tell you?!
What'd you tell him?!
Tell me!  Tell me!  Tell me! 

Calm down, Margot.
It's alright, Don't worry.

Really?!
"Don't worry?"
Are you nuts?!
Jeeez!

Ed Jones is, without a doubt, the worst
Gossiper! Squealer! Bean Spiller! Informant! Tattle tale! Fishface!
PAPERBOY! In the state of Kansas!

I got that impression, as I was listening to him go on and on.
I felt like I was dealing with the University of Kansas Information Desk.

Hey!
I'm not laughing here!

(The Knack playing on the radio)
“And it's a teenage sadness
everyone has got to taste.
An in-between age madness
that you know you can't erase
'Till she's sitting on your face
(And it hurts)”