"Why," says the grocer, "if it was bad, what do you want more for?"
"Well, you see," says she, "it lasts longer."
This same woman had a calf. That calf was taken sick and died. We had veal for the next three weeks.
She had a pig and that pig died. We had pork for the next four weeks.
She had a mother-in-law. That mother-in-law was taken sick—but we fooled her, we all moved.
One morning my egg wasn't fried right, so I blew the girl up.
She blew the servant up, the servant blew the cook up, and the gasoline stove blew the frying pan up.
It was a case of blow-up all around.