Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Emily doesn't have yellow fever. She has a headache.
- It is. - No.
Well, I've ordered the whole house silent.
I'm sure she misses you.
remain still.
Here.
But tell it slant -
Not any more than usual.
Do we have any peppermint?
Maybe.
then I know that is poetry.
Dear God.
Now you can go wash the sheets.
It's a ghost!
Right.
Messing around with everybody's emotions?
Or when I was not sick.
There won't be another day. He sails to Europe next week.
But as there've been more than 100 reported cases
Her name was Lucinda.
I'm a poet.
You said twice.
Dad, it's okay.
Couldn't you have made me prettier?
I'd rather spend the rest of my life not understanding Sue
No. I realize I was right. It's pure agony.