Mrs. Clelia
My radio. Aren't you going to fix it? Nothing ever gets fixed round here. Just a whole bunch of pies and anchovies. Go away. I don't ever talk to strangers.
Kinderman
I'm the radio repairman, Mrs. Clelia.
Mrs. Clelia
Well then, fix it.
Kinderman
What's wrong with it?
Mrs. Clelia
Dead people talking. It's right here. Do you see it?
Kinderman
Yes. I see it.
Mrs. Clelia
I just knew you weren't really a radio repairman. That's a telephone I'm holding.
