Tesia Papadapacropolis:
How's he looking?
Mona:
Life like.
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
Mona, I specifically told you just a straightforward makeup for Mr Knockerby.
Mona:
It is.
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
The family's going to be here any minute and their loved one looks like Charlie McCarthy. Did you take the makeup course I sent you to?
Mona:
I went to the first session.
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
And?
Mona:
Well, the models moved around so damn much.
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
Mona, brighter is not necessarily better. None of our clients are going to be propped up in themed windows. They don't need to be seen by passing motorists.
Mona:
I know, but the bereaved widow did request he be presented the way he is in life: happy!
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
Happy, Mona, not hysterical. I'm sorry, this is totally unacceptable.
Widow Knockerby:
Oh, he would absolutely love it!
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
What?
Widow Knockerby:
I mean, it is to die for, if you'll pardon the expression. Oh Clarence, Clarence, do you like it, honey? Oh, he does, I know he does, trust me. I knew to go with the independent, the little guy always tries harder. It is testament to this man's life as a butcher. Never a cross word, always a smile. Liver would be down, he would be up. A saint, this man. God bless you!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:50