The Miss Firecracker Contest is underway, with Carnelle barely making
Oh, well, I reckon what it was was when I was sewing up there in the front at the big store. This little child walked in…
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I told her what happened and that’s when she give me the news, “Popeye, you’re fired.”
For full extended monologue, please refer to the script edition cited here: Henley, Beth, The Miss Firecracker Contest, Dramatists Play Service, 1985, pp. 56-57.