I've always looked forward to my weekly shower. I've left a little backhair in the drain. Sorry. Might want to clean it out before you rubba-dub-dub. HAHAHA!!!!
Fine, I admit it. I'm poor, P-O-O-R! POOR!!! I don't have nice new clothes anymore, I can't afford lunch or bus fare and now my family has to live well below our acceptable comfort level in that dumpy old boarding house, AHHHHH!!!!!
(after being flunged by the Murphy Bed in which Arnold puts her back down, seeing her in a tantrum) I HATE THIS BED!!! I HATE THIS STUPID PLACE!!!! AND I HATE BEING POOR!!!!! I only know how to be rich. Being rich is the one thing I'M REALLY GOOD AT!!!
Listen to yourself. Pathetic. I mean just because you're not rich anymore, doesn't mean you're a different person. You were Rhonda when you had money and you can still be the same Rhonda now that you don't. Unless being rich is all you're about.
So welcome to the Sunset Arms. If you need any help, just ask Pookie. She's the brains of the operation. (sees Grandma in a conquistador's outfit chasing Abner) Pookie, don't run! Remember your hip. (hears something break) Too late.
(to possibly his daughter, he is seen in just a robe with a running nose) Goodbye. (coughs) I have a very bad chest cold. Very contagious. Need to make a call?
