mrs. chadburn. that man is a surgeon? i wouldn't let him take out my garbage. you see, that's something else we agree on. now, listen to me, walter. now, wait a minute, maude. i don't want my best friend insulted, and i'm tired of being insulted myself. loss leaders are a part of life. aw. everybody uses them, even you. me?! yes, you. remember, maude, when we first started going together? i used to nibble on your ears, and you used to flutter and giggle and tell me i was driving you crazy? and the night we got married, don't nibble my ear." maude, you used your lobes as loss leaders. come on, walter. how can you compare the--the tender little traps that we women set for the men we love to your nefarious business schemes? i mean, at least i--i didn't promise you six lobes, and give you two. tsk tsk tsk. maude: what is that supposed to mean? i didn't say a word. all i said was, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk... mother, are you trying to say that you agree with walter and not with me? i never said anything of the kind. all i said was, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk. look, mother, if yo