| Judith:
| Hi guys! Just thought I'd check in. It's been an up-and-down week for me. On the plus side, my bladder's under control and I haven't thought I was Goldberg since Monday. But yesterday I came home and I expected Rover to bark when I put the key in the door and of course he didn't, he'll never bark again, and I just cried and cried and today I just didn't want to get out of bed at all, I just wanted to die. |
| Mavis: | The dog didn't bark. |
| Brenda: | Why didn't the dog bark? |
| Mavis: | The dog it was that died. |
| Brenda: | The dog that didn't bark in the night. |
| Mavis: | She let her dog die. |
| Brenda: | She's a disgrace. |
| Mavis: | She killed her dog. |
| Brenda: | She neglects her mother. |
| Mavis: | She killed it without a license. |
| Brenda: | She neglects the coloured question. |
| Mavis: | She neglects her housework. |
| Brenda: | She neglects her figure. |
| Mavis: | She's a subversive. |
| Brenda: | She's a fallen woman. |
| Mavis: | She sniffs bicycle saddles. |
| Judith: | I did NOT kill my dog!!! How can you be so mean? |
| Mavis: | When didn't you kill your dog? |
| Brenda: | Where were you when you didn't kill your dog? |
| Mavis: | What colour is Tuesday? |
| Brenda: | Who are the 39 steps? |
| Mavis: | What about Palestine? |
| Brenda: | Why didn't they ask Evans? |
| Mavis: | How many were going to St. Ives? |
| Judith: | Thanks a lot guys! Now you made me wet myself |
| Mavis: | It poured down your leg, did it? |
| Brenda: | She likes to piss down her leg. |
| Mavis: | She pisses down other people's legs. |
| Brenda: | She pissed on the Pope and told him it was raining. |
| Mavis: | On a Friday. |
| Brenda: | In Lent. |
| Mavis: | Before the watershed. |
| Brenda: | Before the Queen. |
| Mavis: | You bastard piss-pants. |
| Judith: | Come on guys don't be so horrible! I need your support here : ) |
| Mavis: | We're here for you, Judith : ( |
| Brenda: | We are your friends : ( |
| Mavis: | Open up to us. |
| Brenda: | Tell us your problems. |
| Mavis: | Half a crown for your sorrows. |
| Brenda: | Two shillings to the end of the line. |
| Mavis: | All change at Paddington. |
| Judith: | I think you guys have been skipping your anti-Goldberg medication! |
| Mavis: | It's mother's milk to us. |
| Brenda: | Never leave home without it. |
| Mavis: | One size fits all. |
| Brenda: | Never knowingly undersold. |
| Judith: | Maybe I'll come back later |
| Mavis: | You're going nowhere, Judith. |
| Brenda: | Nowhere in a hurry. |
| Mavis: | You belong with us, Judith. |
| Brenda: | We can take care of you. |
| Mavis: | Watch over you. |
| Brenda: | Ease the burden. |
| Mavis: | Lighten the load. |
| Brenda: | A song, a smile, and a kick in the teeth. Now I've wet myself. |
| Mavis: | You've wet yourself? |
| Judith: | Serves you right. |
| Mavis: | Why did you wet yourself? |
| Judith: | She did it on purpose. |
| Mavis: | She's glad she wet herself. |
| Judith: | You defile womankind. |
| Mavis: | You're a malcontent. |
| Judith: | You dishonour your parents. |
| Mavis: | You desecrate the seat of your drawers. Now I've gushed too. |
| Brenda: | Lapping round your ankles, is it? |
| Judith: | You flaunt the stigmata of your shame. |
| Mavis: | You wallow in your filth. |
| Brenda: | You can't keep your pants dry. |
| Judith: | You don't keep the sabbath. |
| Mavis: | You're an aberration. |
| Brenda: | You idolate heresy. |
| Judith: | What's the highest prime number? |
| Mavis: | Is your journey really necessary? |
| Brenda: | Whatever happened to Leo Sayer? |