The Brady Bunch1969

Marcia Brady:
[Marcia lost her Diary and is accusing one of the boys of taking it] Okay, if you hand it right over, I won't press charges

Greg Brady:
What are you talking about?

Marcia Brady:
As if you didn't know.

Peter Brady:
Bobby, do you know what she's talking about?

Bobby Brady:
No. Greg, do you know what she's talking about?

Greg Brady:
No. Marcia, do you know what you're talking about?

Marcia Brady:
I certainly do, someone in this room took my diary.

Greg Brady:
Your diary, you mean you actually keep one of those stupid things?

Bobby Brady:
What's a diary?

Peter Brady:
It's a book, that you write things, that you don't want anyone else to know.

Bobby Brady:
Why?

Greg Brady:
So, you could write stuff like [Greg then sits at his desk imitating Marcia writing in her diary] "Dear diary, at last I met him, my dream man, it was at the delicatessen and our fingers tingled as we reached over for the same potato salad." [the boys laugh]

Marcia Brady:
[shouts]I have never written any ridiculous thing like that in my diary!

Peter Brady:
You didn't?

Marcia Brady:
[shouts] I should say not!

Greg Brady:
Then, why are you afraid that somebody might read it?

Marcia Brady:
None of your business.