The Charlie Brown and Snoopy Show (1983) s01e04 Episode Script
Lucy vs. the World
I think it was one of the
best movies I've ever seen.
I knew you'd like it.
Afterward, we went to this art gallery
and saw all these wild new paintings.
Some of them, of course, quite huge.
There was one that was
all different shades of red.
I like red, of course.
But I'm not sure if
I like it that much.
- And besides
- Hi. Drinking lemonade, I see.
How about letting me have a sip?
Don't be stupid.
You think I want a sip from the
same straw you've been slurping on?
Get out of here.
Anyway, there were
a lot of nice paintings.
You know, it's hard to talk to you when
you keep making all those strange faces.
I've got Linus down for left field.
Linus? Left field?
Are you sure?
Of course, I'm sure. Watch.
All right.
Who you got down for right field?
I'm going to give Lucy one more
chance to play right field.
Look, Charlie Brown.
I caught your shoe.
Maybe I should pitch my
shoe instead of the ball.
That's a good idea.
Give him the old knuckle shoe.
Phew.
Hey, manager.
It's hot out there in right field.
Would you care if I put on my bikini?
And as long as I have on my bikini,
would you care if I went to the beach?
And as long as I'm at the beach,
would you care if I just
forgot about the ball game?
Get back out there in right
field where you belong.
You'd think a manager would appreciate
an outfielder who
looked good in a bikini.
In case you didn't know,
the ball doesn't have to stop
rolling before you pick it up.
It was having a good time,
and I didn't want to disturb it.
Oh, no.
How could you miss
such an easy fly ball?
The sun got in my eyes.
Sun isn't even out today.
It's cloudy.
The clouds got in my eyes.
Well, maybe Lucy can get a hit
to make up for all her
mistakes in the outfield.
Come on, Lucy. Hit it.
Please, hit it.
Good grief.
She struck out again.
That's three times so far.
I should say something to her.
After all, I am the manager.
But if I say one word,
she'll blow sky high.
I don't dare make a sound.
Uh-oh.
My throat's getting dry.
I've got to clear my throat.
But if I make just the slightest sound,
she'll think I'm going
to say something to her.
But I've got to clear my throat.
Ahem.
I didn't strike out on purpose.
We managers have a rough life.
Catch it, Lucy.
Catch it.
What in the world are you doing?
One minute you're in center field
and the next minute you're gone.
What kind of a ballplayer are you?
I was standing out there in
center field, Charlie Brown,
and I was paying attention
like you always tell me to.
And suddenly out of nowhere,
I heard a piece of cake calling me.
Did you want to see me, manager?
Yes, Lucy.
This is very hard for me to say,
but I just don't think you're
good enough for our team.
If you kick me off the
team, Charlie Brown,
I'll never speak to you again.
But I'll sure yell at you a lot!
Now that you kicked me off the team,
I have a new job.
I'm a reporter for the school paper.
What do you think about when you're
standing out here on the mud pile?
The mud pile?
This is the pitcher's mound.
I'll put down that he was
a lonely-looking figure
as he stood there on the mud pile.
The mud pile?
Hey, catcher, how about an
interview for our school paper?
What about all this
equipment you wear?
Does it really protect you?
Offhand, I'd say it doesn't.
Hey, you stupid beagle,
I'm doing interviews
for our school paper.
How about a good
quote for our readers?
He said he expects to have
one of his best seasons ever.
This reporter has never interviewed
a worse baseball team.
The manager is inept and
the players are hopeless.
We will say, however,
that the catcher is kind of cute
and the right fielder who has
dark hair is very beautiful.
Good article, huh?
Now you'll have to put
me back on the team.
I'm sorry, Lucy.
I just can't do it.
You'll be sorry, you blockhead.
Hey, who told you
that you could pitch.
You pitch like my grandmother.
Why don't you give up?
You couldn't pitch hay.
Why don't you go back
where you came from?
Boo!
It's hard work being bitter.
If we can win this game today,
we won't finish in last place.
Well, without Lucy playing,
I think we have a chance.
I really do.
Isn't it nice not having her around?
Isn't it nice not hearing her voice?
This is it.
If we get this last guy, we win.
If he hits one, we lose.
It's a high fly ball to Snoopy.
If he catches it, we win.
Hey, who's the shortstop
with the big nose?
Oh, no.
We lost the game.
Well, he does have a big nose.
I can't stand it.
I just can't stand it.
Hello, Chuck.
Say, how would you like
to have a house guest?
Me.
My dad's going to be
out of town for a while,
and I can't stay here alone.
You could stay at my house, sir.
No, I have absolutely
no place to stay.
Gee, I appreciate this, Chuck.
We have lots of room
at my house, sir.
I'll be over as soon as I pack.
Thanks, Chuck.
You kind of like Charles,
don't you, sir?
Where will you sleep while
you're at Charles' house, sir?
In the guest room, of course.
I'm sure they have a guest room.
Chuck's dad is a barber.
Barbers are rich.
Once your scissors and
your comb are paid for,
the rest is all profit.
I don't think you know
much about barbers, sir.
Stop calling me sir.
Peppermint Patty is
going to stay here?
She can't stay in your room,
and she sure isn't staying in my room.
I know all that.
I have something else figured out.
Hiya, Chuck. I'm here.
Where's the guest room?
Well, I thought I'd let
you stay in my room,
and I'll just move into the
Nonsense.
I heard you had a little guest cottage
or something out in the back.
Come on, lead me to it.
You should've had him make
it a little bigger, Chuck.
Good night, Patty. Sleep well.
Thanks, Chuck.
I just hope that old Snoop up
there doesn't snore too loud.
Before you go to sleep, old pal,
how about turning off the moon?
Good morning, Chuck.
Boy, was that ever a long night.
Yes, ma'am.
I like to transfer to your
school for a few days.
My dad is out of town, you see,
and I'm staying in
Chuck's guest cottage.
So I'll be going to this school for
a while if you'll have me, okay?
I'm no great scholar, you understand,
but I'm always in there trying.
If it's true or false
or a multiple choice,
I'll be in there with
the best of them.
Good grief.
Time to get up for school, Patty.
Sorry for the way I look, ma'am.
Blame it on the stupid architect
who designed Chuck's guest cottage.
What do you do around
here after dinner, Chuck?
I usually watch TV.
You mean you don't talk?
How about playing
checkers or something
or making fudge
or catching fireflies?
Huh
Good night, Snoopy.
This is ridiculous.
I don't understand you, Snoopy.
How can anyone sleep all
night in the rain like this?
Hey, Patty, wake up.
Your dad's on the phone.
He's back, and he said
you can come home now.
Tell him I'm so comfortable
here, I don't want to leave.
Okay, I'll tell him.
That was sarcasm, Chuck.
I thought staying at Chuck's house
would be a real experience.
I thought they were like, well,
you know, the beautiful people.
Ha.
All they ever do is watch television.
And I thought they'd have
a nice guest cottage.
Ha!
Looks more like a doghouse.
I even had to share it
with that friendly-looking
kid with the big nose.
I suppose you really can't blame
Charles for what you thought,
can you, sir?
Stop calling me sir.
Wake up, Snoopy.
Here, you got an official letter.
At least you know it's
not a traffic citation.
Dogs never get traffic
citations nor jury duty.
Dear dog,
this is to inform you
that you are one of the finalists
for this year's Daisy
Hill Puppy Cup award.
The Daisy Hill Puppy Cup!
He's been nominated for
the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup.
Stupid beagle!
To be eligible for the
Daisy Hill Puppy Cup,
a nominee must fill out
the enclosed form.
The first line is the name
of owner, Charlie Brown.
I'm glad to see you're
embarrassed.
Here are some more rules about
the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup award.
Each nominee must submit five
letters from interested parties,
stating why he should be named
the Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
You're going to have some
pretty strong competition.
What makes you think you can win?
Stupid beagle!
I would like to recommend my
dog for the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup.
He is brave and he is loyal.
And impatient.
You want me to write a
letter recommending you
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year?
I can't do it!
I don't think that you really are
typical of a Neighborhood Dog.
I beg you!
Please give it back!
Please! Please!
This is blackmail!
I would like to recommend Snoopy
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
He is truly a dog among dogs.
How's that?
What a way to get
your blanket back.
Forget it!
You want me to write a
letter recommending you
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year?
When did you ever say anything
nice about Beethoven?
I would like to nominate Snoopy
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year
because
he's kind of fuzzy.
Let's see what Woodstock
has to say about Snoopy.
He is truly a good dog.
He is also a loyal friend.
Therefore, I would like to
recommend Old Banana Nose
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
I think they're going to
announce the winner
of the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup tomorrow.
It's a letter for you from
the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm.
They've announced the winner!
You didn't win.
There's nothing like a good loser.
Oh, come on now.
Be reasonable.
I can't believe it.
You're going to stop
eating just because
you didn't win the
Daisy Hill Puppy Cup?
That's the thanks I get for
getting your supper on time
and fixing it just
the way you want it.
Just because you lost the contest,
you won't accept this dinner?
I suppose you'd like to be
served by a beautiful waitress.
Hmm.
I guess losing the contest
does make you feel bad.
But getting him a beautiful waitress?
Boy.
Oh, all right.
I'll see what I can do.
I must be out of my mind.
But I guess losing the contest
did make you feel bad.
Sometimes even I can't believe
how wishy-washy I am.
You will?
Good. I really appreciate it.
So what's wrong with wanting to
be served by a beautiful waitress?
This is the big day.
999 days.
One to go.
This is it.
Lucy, may I read your new comic book?
No, you can't, and stop bothering me.
You did it!
You did it!
My heartiest congratulations.
You did it!
You have been crabby
for 1,000 days in a row.
You have just set
an all-time record.
I knew you could do it.
I'd like also to present you
with this specially inscribed scroll
commemorating this historic event.
Again, may I say congratulations.
You are an inspiration to all the
crabby people in this world.
One rarely gets a chance to see
such carefully prepared sarcasm.
Good morning.
Fantastic.
Your brother is patting
birds on the head again.
Oh, good grief.
That blockhead.
Are you out of your mind?
Don't you realize what happens
when you do stupid things like this?
Patting birds isn't stupid.
They enjoy it.
And I find it a source
of great comfort.
But what about me?
I'm the one who has to face
those kids at school who say,
"Ha, your brother pets
birds on the head."
I see your point.
Well, I guess I better
not do it anymore.
Okay, I'll tell him.
Mom wants you to bring in
some logs for the fireplace.
You can pretend you're Abe Lincoln.
He used to bring in logs
for the fireplace all the time.
Hey, there's a spider on that log.
Oh, no.
Where? Where?
I'm sorry. I was wrong.
It was just a piece of bark.
Hey, I was right.
There is a spider on that log.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Where? Where? Where?
I'm sorry. I was wrong again.
It was just a piece of dirt.
I wonder if Abe Lincoln
was afraid of spiders.
I wonder if Abe Lincoln
had an older sister.
Whoops.
I broke another one of your crayons.
All right, that does it.
Get out of this house.
But I live here.
Not anymore, you don't.
I live here.
I live here.
Out.
It's ridiculous to say you can't
throw me out of my own house
while you're still
flying through the air.
What do you want?
You don't live here anymore.
You're no longer a
member of this family.
Go away.
What about my blanket?
That was quick.
Kicked out of my own
home by my own sister.
I can't believe it.
Kicked out and no place to go.
Hey.
Maybe I can stay at Joe Cool's place.
Hiya, Joe.
Mind if I stay here for a while?
So your sister threw
you out of the house.
Yes, I'm living here in
the dorm with Joe Cool.
Is it comfortable?
How's the food?
Where do you eat?
We eat in the campus cafeteria.
Actually, Joe Cool
sends out for a pizza.
Good morning.
Go away.
You don't live here anymore.
Remember?
Has Mom missed me?
What I don't understand is why
your mother would allow Lucy
to throw you out of the house.
Mom isn't home.
She went to the hospital yesterday.
Is she all right?
I don't know.
Nobody ever tells me anything.
A new baby brother?
But I just got rid of the old one.
A new baby brother?
I can't believe it.
Well, you might as well come back in.
I can't fight the whole world.
What do you mean by that?
Dad just called from the hospital.
We have a new baby brother.
A new baby brother?
I throw one out and
another one comes in.
That's the funniest
thing I've ever heard.
You thought you were rid of me.
And now instead of
having no brothers
you have two brothers.
best movies I've ever seen.
I knew you'd like it.
Afterward, we went to this art gallery
and saw all these wild new paintings.
Some of them, of course, quite huge.
There was one that was
all different shades of red.
I like red, of course.
But I'm not sure if
I like it that much.
- And besides
- Hi. Drinking lemonade, I see.
How about letting me have a sip?
Don't be stupid.
You think I want a sip from the
same straw you've been slurping on?
Get out of here.
Anyway, there were
a lot of nice paintings.
You know, it's hard to talk to you when
you keep making all those strange faces.
I've got Linus down for left field.
Linus? Left field?
Are you sure?
Of course, I'm sure. Watch.
All right.
Who you got down for right field?
I'm going to give Lucy one more
chance to play right field.
Look, Charlie Brown.
I caught your shoe.
Maybe I should pitch my
shoe instead of the ball.
That's a good idea.
Give him the old knuckle shoe.
Phew.
Hey, manager.
It's hot out there in right field.
Would you care if I put on my bikini?
And as long as I have on my bikini,
would you care if I went to the beach?
And as long as I'm at the beach,
would you care if I just
forgot about the ball game?
Get back out there in right
field where you belong.
You'd think a manager would appreciate
an outfielder who
looked good in a bikini.
In case you didn't know,
the ball doesn't have to stop
rolling before you pick it up.
It was having a good time,
and I didn't want to disturb it.
Oh, no.
How could you miss
such an easy fly ball?
The sun got in my eyes.
Sun isn't even out today.
It's cloudy.
The clouds got in my eyes.
Well, maybe Lucy can get a hit
to make up for all her
mistakes in the outfield.
Come on, Lucy. Hit it.
Please, hit it.
Good grief.
She struck out again.
That's three times so far.
I should say something to her.
After all, I am the manager.
But if I say one word,
she'll blow sky high.
I don't dare make a sound.
Uh-oh.
My throat's getting dry.
I've got to clear my throat.
But if I make just the slightest sound,
she'll think I'm going
to say something to her.
But I've got to clear my throat.
Ahem.
I didn't strike out on purpose.
We managers have a rough life.
Catch it, Lucy.
Catch it.
What in the world are you doing?
One minute you're in center field
and the next minute you're gone.
What kind of a ballplayer are you?
I was standing out there in
center field, Charlie Brown,
and I was paying attention
like you always tell me to.
And suddenly out of nowhere,
I heard a piece of cake calling me.
Did you want to see me, manager?
Yes, Lucy.
This is very hard for me to say,
but I just don't think you're
good enough for our team.
If you kick me off the
team, Charlie Brown,
I'll never speak to you again.
But I'll sure yell at you a lot!
Now that you kicked me off the team,
I have a new job.
I'm a reporter for the school paper.
What do you think about when you're
standing out here on the mud pile?
The mud pile?
This is the pitcher's mound.
I'll put down that he was
a lonely-looking figure
as he stood there on the mud pile.
The mud pile?
Hey, catcher, how about an
interview for our school paper?
What about all this
equipment you wear?
Does it really protect you?
Offhand, I'd say it doesn't.
Hey, you stupid beagle,
I'm doing interviews
for our school paper.
How about a good
quote for our readers?
He said he expects to have
one of his best seasons ever.
This reporter has never interviewed
a worse baseball team.
The manager is inept and
the players are hopeless.
We will say, however,
that the catcher is kind of cute
and the right fielder who has
dark hair is very beautiful.
Good article, huh?
Now you'll have to put
me back on the team.
I'm sorry, Lucy.
I just can't do it.
You'll be sorry, you blockhead.
Hey, who told you
that you could pitch.
You pitch like my grandmother.
Why don't you give up?
You couldn't pitch hay.
Why don't you go back
where you came from?
Boo!
It's hard work being bitter.
If we can win this game today,
we won't finish in last place.
Well, without Lucy playing,
I think we have a chance.
I really do.
Isn't it nice not having her around?
Isn't it nice not hearing her voice?
This is it.
If we get this last guy, we win.
If he hits one, we lose.
It's a high fly ball to Snoopy.
If he catches it, we win.
Hey, who's the shortstop
with the big nose?
Oh, no.
We lost the game.
Well, he does have a big nose.
I can't stand it.
I just can't stand it.
Hello, Chuck.
Say, how would you like
to have a house guest?
Me.
My dad's going to be
out of town for a while,
and I can't stay here alone.
You could stay at my house, sir.
No, I have absolutely
no place to stay.
Gee, I appreciate this, Chuck.
We have lots of room
at my house, sir.
I'll be over as soon as I pack.
Thanks, Chuck.
You kind of like Charles,
don't you, sir?
Where will you sleep while
you're at Charles' house, sir?
In the guest room, of course.
I'm sure they have a guest room.
Chuck's dad is a barber.
Barbers are rich.
Once your scissors and
your comb are paid for,
the rest is all profit.
I don't think you know
much about barbers, sir.
Stop calling me sir.
Peppermint Patty is
going to stay here?
She can't stay in your room,
and she sure isn't staying in my room.
I know all that.
I have something else figured out.
Hiya, Chuck. I'm here.
Where's the guest room?
Well, I thought I'd let
you stay in my room,
and I'll just move into the
Nonsense.
I heard you had a little guest cottage
or something out in the back.
Come on, lead me to it.
You should've had him make
it a little bigger, Chuck.
Good night, Patty. Sleep well.
Thanks, Chuck.
I just hope that old Snoop up
there doesn't snore too loud.
Before you go to sleep, old pal,
how about turning off the moon?
Good morning, Chuck.
Boy, was that ever a long night.
Yes, ma'am.
I like to transfer to your
school for a few days.
My dad is out of town, you see,
and I'm staying in
Chuck's guest cottage.
So I'll be going to this school for
a while if you'll have me, okay?
I'm no great scholar, you understand,
but I'm always in there trying.
If it's true or false
or a multiple choice,
I'll be in there with
the best of them.
Good grief.
Time to get up for school, Patty.
Sorry for the way I look, ma'am.
Blame it on the stupid architect
who designed Chuck's guest cottage.
What do you do around
here after dinner, Chuck?
I usually watch TV.
You mean you don't talk?
How about playing
checkers or something
or making fudge
or catching fireflies?
Huh
Good night, Snoopy.
This is ridiculous.
I don't understand you, Snoopy.
How can anyone sleep all
night in the rain like this?
Hey, Patty, wake up.
Your dad's on the phone.
He's back, and he said
you can come home now.
Tell him I'm so comfortable
here, I don't want to leave.
Okay, I'll tell him.
That was sarcasm, Chuck.
I thought staying at Chuck's house
would be a real experience.
I thought they were like, well,
you know, the beautiful people.
Ha.
All they ever do is watch television.
And I thought they'd have
a nice guest cottage.
Ha!
Looks more like a doghouse.
I even had to share it
with that friendly-looking
kid with the big nose.
I suppose you really can't blame
Charles for what you thought,
can you, sir?
Stop calling me sir.
Wake up, Snoopy.
Here, you got an official letter.
At least you know it's
not a traffic citation.
Dogs never get traffic
citations nor jury duty.
Dear dog,
this is to inform you
that you are one of the finalists
for this year's Daisy
Hill Puppy Cup award.
The Daisy Hill Puppy Cup!
He's been nominated for
the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup.
Stupid beagle!
To be eligible for the
Daisy Hill Puppy Cup,
a nominee must fill out
the enclosed form.
The first line is the name
of owner, Charlie Brown.
I'm glad to see you're
embarrassed.
Here are some more rules about
the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup award.
Each nominee must submit five
letters from interested parties,
stating why he should be named
the Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
You're going to have some
pretty strong competition.
What makes you think you can win?
Stupid beagle!
I would like to recommend my
dog for the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup.
He is brave and he is loyal.
And impatient.
You want me to write a
letter recommending you
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year?
I can't do it!
I don't think that you really are
typical of a Neighborhood Dog.
I beg you!
Please give it back!
Please! Please!
This is blackmail!
I would like to recommend Snoopy
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
He is truly a dog among dogs.
How's that?
What a way to get
your blanket back.
Forget it!
You want me to write a
letter recommending you
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year?
When did you ever say anything
nice about Beethoven?
I would like to nominate Snoopy
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year
because
he's kind of fuzzy.
Let's see what Woodstock
has to say about Snoopy.
He is truly a good dog.
He is also a loyal friend.
Therefore, I would like to
recommend Old Banana Nose
for Neighborhood Dog of the Year.
I think they're going to
announce the winner
of the Daisy Hill Puppy Cup tomorrow.
It's a letter for you from
the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm.
They've announced the winner!
You didn't win.
There's nothing like a good loser.
Oh, come on now.
Be reasonable.
I can't believe it.
You're going to stop
eating just because
you didn't win the
Daisy Hill Puppy Cup?
That's the thanks I get for
getting your supper on time
and fixing it just
the way you want it.
Just because you lost the contest,
you won't accept this dinner?
I suppose you'd like to be
served by a beautiful waitress.
Hmm.
I guess losing the contest
does make you feel bad.
But getting him a beautiful waitress?
Boy.
Oh, all right.
I'll see what I can do.
I must be out of my mind.
But I guess losing the contest
did make you feel bad.
Sometimes even I can't believe
how wishy-washy I am.
You will?
Good. I really appreciate it.
So what's wrong with wanting to
be served by a beautiful waitress?
This is the big day.
999 days.
One to go.
This is it.
Lucy, may I read your new comic book?
No, you can't, and stop bothering me.
You did it!
You did it!
My heartiest congratulations.
You did it!
You have been crabby
for 1,000 days in a row.
You have just set
an all-time record.
I knew you could do it.
I'd like also to present you
with this specially inscribed scroll
commemorating this historic event.
Again, may I say congratulations.
You are an inspiration to all the
crabby people in this world.
One rarely gets a chance to see
such carefully prepared sarcasm.
Good morning.
Fantastic.
Your brother is patting
birds on the head again.
Oh, good grief.
That blockhead.
Are you out of your mind?
Don't you realize what happens
when you do stupid things like this?
Patting birds isn't stupid.
They enjoy it.
And I find it a source
of great comfort.
But what about me?
I'm the one who has to face
those kids at school who say,
"Ha, your brother pets
birds on the head."
I see your point.
Well, I guess I better
not do it anymore.
Okay, I'll tell him.
Mom wants you to bring in
some logs for the fireplace.
You can pretend you're Abe Lincoln.
He used to bring in logs
for the fireplace all the time.
Hey, there's a spider on that log.
Oh, no.
Where? Where?
I'm sorry. I was wrong.
It was just a piece of bark.
Hey, I was right.
There is a spider on that log.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
Where? Where? Where?
I'm sorry. I was wrong again.
It was just a piece of dirt.
I wonder if Abe Lincoln
was afraid of spiders.
I wonder if Abe Lincoln
had an older sister.
Whoops.
I broke another one of your crayons.
All right, that does it.
Get out of this house.
But I live here.
Not anymore, you don't.
I live here.
I live here.
Out.
It's ridiculous to say you can't
throw me out of my own house
while you're still
flying through the air.
What do you want?
You don't live here anymore.
You're no longer a
member of this family.
Go away.
What about my blanket?
That was quick.
Kicked out of my own
home by my own sister.
I can't believe it.
Kicked out and no place to go.
Hey.
Maybe I can stay at Joe Cool's place.
Hiya, Joe.
Mind if I stay here for a while?
So your sister threw
you out of the house.
Yes, I'm living here in
the dorm with Joe Cool.
Is it comfortable?
How's the food?
Where do you eat?
We eat in the campus cafeteria.
Actually, Joe Cool
sends out for a pizza.
Good morning.
Go away.
You don't live here anymore.
Remember?
Has Mom missed me?
What I don't understand is why
your mother would allow Lucy
to throw you out of the house.
Mom isn't home.
She went to the hospital yesterday.
Is she all right?
I don't know.
Nobody ever tells me anything.
A new baby brother?
But I just got rid of the old one.
A new baby brother?
I can't believe it.
Well, you might as well come back in.
I can't fight the whole world.
What do you mean by that?
Dad just called from the hospital.
We have a new baby brother.
A new baby brother?
I throw one out and
another one comes in.
That's the funniest
thing I've ever heard.
You thought you were rid of me.
And now instead of
having no brothers
you have two brothers.