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Well, as we say down At the post office,
What do you got?
You're the employee Of the month.
No, cliff.
Me, too.
I don't know anything About it, officer.
The post office Is in my blood.
I gave you, huh?
Uh-oh. Cliff, Greenhorn alert.
Oh, no, sam. I'm just a little tired.
Away from those Who merely wait For the mail?
So what happens?
You're going to need Plenty of sleep.
We've dishonored The uniform.
I got saddled With the job
Who will Keep me warm?
It's been a lifelong Dream of mine to wear
Gee, thanks, rebecca.
"Slap on the wrist," She says.
I just wanted to Tell you, cliff, that I couldn't have made it
You drove A postal vehicle
And she got to know The neighbors Real well,
Carla, I forgive you.
It's just like you To think of everything.
Yes, but With your record,
I don't want That thing,
Wow! What luck, huh?