Well, Freddie boy is in heaven now!

What do you mean, Ethel?

Fred coerced me into taking out another loan on this flop-house of an apartment building. And you know why?

No, why?

So he could get one of those big motorcycles. I hate those things! They're so loud!

So, why did you sign the papers?

Because he said that if I did, he'd take me to get a pastry. You know, one of those foot-long eclairs? Yum!

Boy, Ethel, are you ever easy! I'd have held out for a few dozen eclairs!

Oh, Lucy. You're so smart. I don't know why I didn't think of that! This just goes to prove why you are the star of this show, and not me.

Well, Ethel, let's face it. You haven't got the sense God gave a duck. That's just the way it is.

I suppose.