START: Mrs. Smith: There, it’s nine o’clock. We’ve drunk the soup, and eaten the fish and chips, and the English salad. The children have drunk English water. We’ve eaten well this evening. That’s because we live in the suburbs of London and our name is Smith.

Mr. Smith: (Continues to read, clicks his tongue)

Mrs. Smith: Potatoes are very good fried in fat; the salad oil was not rancid. The oil from the grocer at the corner is better quality than the oil from the grocer across the street. It is even better than the oil from the grocer at the bottom of the street. However, I prefer not to tell them that their oil is bad.

Mr. Smith: (Continues to read, clicks his tongue)

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END: Mrs. Smith: Men are all alike! You sit there all day long, a cigarette in your mouth, or you powder your