My Little Margie

[repeated last line]

Vern Albright:
Well, that's my little Margie!

Margie Albright:
Why'd you get me in a spot like this with him? You didn't tell me he was good looking!

Mrs. Odetts:
I didn't really notice. Once you reach my age, they all look pretty much the same.

[first lines]

Margie Albright:
Now, Dad, you've just got to tell me!

Vern Albright:
Nope! I can't tell you now, Honey, but I'll give you a little hint. It's something we've both thought about for a long time.

Margie Albright:
[trying to bolster Roberta's confidence regarding her sex appeal] You've got what it takes.

Roberta Townsend:
[dryly] Yeah - but I've had it so long.

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Margie Albright:
Well, Papa Mio, you may not be president of H and T, yet, but you did come out with a profit. You're now a graduate student of the mambo, and you can teach me.

Vern Albright:
I don't want to even hear another mambo, as long as I live.

Margie Albright:
Might as well accept it, Dad, because you know what the word mambo means in English, don't you?

Vern Albright:
No, what?

Margie Albright:
Well, its a bop Cuban word, roughly equivalent to our 'crazy', and that's what our life is always going to be together - real crazy!

Vern Albright:
Well, ha, that's my little mambo!

[scheming to quickly find someone to pretend to be Vern's son]

Mrs. Odetts:
What about Freddie? He'd do anything for ya.

Margie Albright:
Yeah!... Oh, no, he'd only mess things up. You know how dumb Freddie is.

Mrs. Odetts:
Yes, Freddie is no Einstein.

Margie Albright:
He's not even a beer stein! At least that has a head on it!