Marge is ill at the funny.

Well, I mine.

Those will be writing to you.

No more mail.

Find a Sunday.

In my opinion.

Best day of the week.

Why is that badly?

Because there's no post on Sundays.

Right You are, Harry.

No post on something.

No blasted letters today.

No Pringle.

Blood new.

Not one blasted way.