holy moly.
"and her ritual feast continues as she prepares to make a sacrifice out of the seventh fiance. so all bets are on and we hope that this boomerang bride isn't honeymooning with las vegas odds makers because many predict that this girl is out of there before the race.  before the rice hits the ground" holy moly.
you tell maggie.
no, no. you're her best friend.
you know, it's just possible that she hasn't read this yet.
maybe she hasn't read the paper.
holy moly.
bag.
mrs. pressman. no relation.
excuse me, sir. i have an actual fact for you.
it's her fourth time to the altar, you know. not seven like they said.
i'm not sure. mr. schullian runs the newsstand, he's our local bookie, you know, he's giving eight to one odds she won't. he says she's so famous now, maybe vegas will give odds on her. i'm going to wait to hear what the pros say.
oh, i will.
we're out the special because somebody.  .  didn't order enough sausage.
tootaloo.
may the gifts be returned!
it's okay. there's no microphone. you're no fun.