Mrs Primsunday: Am I going back now? I was quite getting used to here.
Anorexia: Well, we shouldn't realy be in the same place at the same time. You're a figment
of my imagination after all.
Mrs Primsunday: Maybe you're a figment of mine.
Anorexia: Yes, anyway. It doesn't matter. You're wanted for Lady Mishap's wedding with
Lord Slimly.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, I heard about that.
Anorexia: You're needed for the catering for the reception. No-one can do without your cakes.
Mrs Primsunday: Plump Avenue will probably be pleased.
Anorexia: Yes, you've played havoc with their diets haven't you?
Mrs Primsunday: Popularity is unpopular, what can I say?
Anorexia: Time to pass thru the page then.
Mrs Primsunday: Send my apologies to Doreen the Dogwalker then for my not having her
daily donut.
Anorexia: Will do that. Cheerio.
Mrs Primsunday: Yes, tally-ho!
Anorexia: Indeed.......Must contact Henry Harry and reverse the exchange. Think England's
calling me again.
Honeysugar: Back again.
Anorexia: Vaccuuming time again?
Honeysugar: Hoovering, more like.
Anorexia: I should have known you'd still be doing it at the point of my leaving.
Honeysugar: Oh, are you going back? We've only just met.
Anorexia: Yes, there's been an invasion of giant hailstones in England.
Honeysugar: Realy? I guess you need to get back to check if your house is alrite.
Anorexia: Yes, rather. But I think I need to drop in on my friend Flaxlawna.
Honeysugar: That's a name!
Anorexia: Yes, she's half fairy.
Honeysugar: Realy? I can't keep up with you Britishers.
Anorexia: Yes, it mite be time.
Honeysugar: To go home? You already said.
Anorexia: No I was thinking of the invasion from space.
Honeysugar: The hailstone invasion? You said that also.
Anorexia: Yes, yes, that IS more believable after all.

Carly: Going up to Boston on the weekend?
Rose: Can't say I am.
Carly: Think its where Rexie's scarpered to? You know, Harvard and all that.
Rose: I don't major in knowing things so I couldn't say.
Carly: These educated types are always fleeing from us.
Rose: Yes, we outthink them.
Carly: In the university of life.
Rose: In the university of the universe!
Carly: I wouldn't go that far.
Rose: Safe to say we know about one thing, the main thing, namely calories.
Carly: Shame we couldn't put it into practice then.
Rose: I know. Mrs Primsunday's realy done for us there.
Carly: Safe to say if you want to stay slim don't have a cook for a neibour.
Rose: That should be our maxim.
Carly: Our motto.
Rose: That's what I said.
Carly: Oh.
Rose: What new's happening up at Boston anyway?
Carly: Save for the new donut parlor? Nothing.
Rose: I expect we could give it a look. Just to show we've the willpower to resist.
Carly: And if we had one.
Rose: Or two.
Carly: A ring, a chocolate and a jam.
Rose: Yes three.
Carly: Well, we'd only have them to remind ourselves of the junk food out there and
why we don't eat it.
Rose: We could do that with all the junk food.
Carly: But that would be glutonos.
Rose: I know. Musn't sin.
Carly: It'd be a sin not to try tho.
Rose: Well lets avoid the englishwoman all day and we'll still have room in our bellies
to fit it all in.
Carly: Yes, from now on its just USA.
Rose: I never realised patriotism could be so slimming.

Doreen the Dogwalker: This certainly IS a situation.
Maisie: It aint anything small.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its got my poodle perm in a real curl.
Maisie: You still look good on it.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Thank you. You...You do look on it.
Maisie: Too many bakey things? I know. I know leggings are stretchable, but I'm stretching it.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Each day a batch of brand new cakes more tempting than the last.
Maisie: My running machine's on overdrive. Its wearing anorexic.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Yes, we want Rexie back, and this friend of her's given a new audience.
Maisie: Our problem is we don't like what we like.
Doreen the Dogwalker: We need to live in a world without cakes.
Maisie: Especialy because its the only world we want to live in.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I've not bagged my man yet. I can't afford to get fat.
Maisie: Believe me you wouldn't want to. Its affording me a lot pleasing mine.
Doreen the Dogwalker: You shouldn't have to.
Maisie: I don't. I do it for myself. I just tell him that to keep him happy.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Oh, you've got him trained.
Maisie: Like your poodle.
Doreen the Dogwalker: And my perm. I'm booked in for emergency hair maintenance this
afternoon.
Maisie: At the salon?
Doreen the Dogwalker: Where else?
Maisie: They're the only girls who wear leggings more often than we.
Doreen the Dogwalker: Its the attractiveness of their work uniform.
Maisie: Ever thought of joining them.
Doreen the Dogwalker: I would, but I can't cut a strait line.
Maisie: Its easy, just cut a shaggy perm.

Rose: What's that smell?
Carly: Oh, my word! Someone's baking cakes!
Rose: Quick! Dive for cover.
Carly: Where can we go tho? It seems to be folowing us everywhere.
Rose: We need to outrun it.
Carly: Just as well were wearing our jogging leggings then.
Rose: What are you talking about, we wear nothing but leggings all the time.
Carly: I know, I'm kinda confused you know. I feel like I'm having a nitemare in a cake shop.
Rose: The smell seems to be getting closer.
Carly: Oh, here she is the culprit. She's bringing out cakes to us on a plate.
Mrs. Primsunday: Running towards my friendship offering are you? Well, there's plenty to go
round. I'm Hydrangea your new resident, by the way.
Rose: I'm Rose.
Mrs. Primsunday: Oh, another flower.
Carly: I can't seem to hold out any longer.
Rose: Stay strong! Claw back that grabbing hand...oh, she's gone and done it.
Carly: Yum,umm,umm......I've had two!
Rose: I can't believe it!
Carly: I can't either. You've had three!
Mrs. Primsunday: Few can resist my little jam darlings.
Rose: I feel like I need to run to the otherside of the world.
Carly: To escape the scent?
Rose: As well as running off the calories.
Mrs. Primsunday: My cakes are of maximum fat of old fashioned English butter. You know that nut
of decoration on top.
Rose: Yes?
Mrs. Primsunday: That's that special nut of ten thousand calories all by itself.
Carly: Nooooooo!
Mrs. Primsunday: I'd bethinking my visit not too pleasing to you, but, now you've emptied the plate,
I can see my appearance is quite a hit!
Carly: Rose?
Rose: I can't help it. I've had six!!! 

Mrs. Primsunday: Is this Heaven or the United states of Englandshire?
Honeysugar: I aint sure but is that where you sprung up from?
Mrs Primsunday: I don't know, I was having a dizzy spell during the stirring of the dough for some
Chelsea buns I was making for the Bath Set, or was that Bath Buns for the Chelsea Set? I can't
quite recall.
Honeysugar: Oh, I sure do recall. Rexie said she was sending someone back in replacement for her.
Mrs Primsunday: Sexy Rexy, the new scullery maid?
Honeysugar: Yes, if you like. She does wear rather tite leggings. We all do. We're into the health
kick over here.
Mrs Primsunday: Oh, I always consider that a challenge to my baking skills. I'll have you fattened
up in no time.
Honeysugar: We'll see what the plump set has got to say about that.
Mrs Primsunday: The plump?
Honeysugar: Of Plump Avenue.
Mrs Primsunday: I see, seems like my cakes mite not be out of place after all.
Honeysugar: I did have a cake once, only I did eight hours hoovering afterwards to burn the excess
off.
Mrs Primsunday: Any other takers for cakes?
Honeysugar: There's Doreen the dog walker. She stays kind of glamoros despite the dough. When
she's not strutting around with her poodle in her leggings and whiteboots she's running a marathon
which makes good her daily six donuts.
Mrs Primsunday: It seems the slimmer the person the more cakes they eat.
Honeysugar: Is often the case in this street.
Mrs Primsunday: Avenue.
Honeysugar: Oh, yes. Fat is certainly fuel for the jorney.
Mrs Primsunday: That's good. Is that your motto?
Honeysugar: No, its speak instead of eat. You'd be surprised the pounds I've lost just chatting away.
Mrs Primsunday: I guess you'd lose it on your jaw then.
Honeysugar: Yes, its finely defined, can't you see?
Mrs Primsunday: Its rather attractive.
Honeysugar: Only it would be. Fat chance I have when the feller I'm interested in has a penchant
for a double chin.
Mrs Primsunday: Where I come from its the men themselves that have the chin that the ladies
don't have a penchant for!     

Honeysugar: How's it going?
Anorexia: Oh, its you again.
Honeysugar: Haven't seen a pen in your hand before. Writing home?
Anorexia: No, just writing.
Honeysugar: An author, hey? Have I wound up in any of your novels yet?
Anorexia: No, not yet, and its a play actualy.
Honeysugar: Realy? How's it going.
Anorexia: I'm working at it too much I think. A play should be exactly THAT. Play. Its when I'm
entertaining myself that I write my best words.
Honeysugar: So what's it called? The play.
Anorexia: The mishap. I've advertised it as an Oscar Wilde type play but its realy more like a Henry
James.
Honeysugar: That's a popular name.
Anorexia: Moreso than the author is I feel.
Honeysugar: So, you're stuck on this play. How're you gonna resolve it?
Anorexia: I'm feeling I mite have to climb inside it to help the two main characters out.
Honeysugar: They in trouble?
Anorexia: Only in that they can't get together. They're so mutualy attracted that they dislike each
other immensely.
Honeysugar: That's often the case. When we've done with hate, well then there's only love left
isn't there.
Anorexia: Quite rite.
Honeysugar: Yes, well now I have to hoover again.
Anorexia: Already?....If you don't mind I think I'll write you out for the present as I step inside
the vaccuum of The Mishap. I'll send someone back as my replacement. Byeeee.
Honeysugar: Oh, she's gone.