
Irene: "Say, did we pack a picnic?"
Father: "It's in a basket in the trunk, by the gangster's corpse."
Irene: "Oh, father, I thought you'd gotten rid of him weeks ago!"
Father: "He came with the vehicle and I want to make the most of my purchase."
Mother: "Your father is always counting the pennies."
Father: "Yes, dear, and the days until the sweet release of death."
Bobby: "Can we get ice cream?"
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