Francine Redecorates/Transcript

UNDER CONSTRUSTION

Arthur: Will people buy this stuff? David Read: That's the beauty of a yard sale—one person's trash is another person's treasure. Arthur: Ugh! Maybe we should make this buried treasure. D.W.: Here's more stuff. These will make us a lot of money. Arthur: Where did you get that? D.W.: Storage. Arthur: Hey, these are mine! Dad, She's trying to sell my stuff. D.W.: It's worth big money. Besides, You won't even miss it. Arthur: Put this stuff back right now! Francine: Cool—a yard sale! Got anything good for 50 cents? D.W.: Fish finder six—with improved graphics. Arthur: D.W.! Jane Read: I'll put this out but I don't think anyone will buy it. David Read: Hey, our favorite, never-used wedding present. Francine: Wow! It's beautiful! How much is it? Catherine: Hi, Fran... (shrieks) What... is... that? Francine: An ottoman with a foot warmer and TV tray. Arthur's parents was having a yard and let me have it for free. Catherine: No, no, no! This is the last straw! You are not bringing any more revolting junk into this room. First, it was that lamp you got when Tastee Cone closed. Then it was that ugly lava alarm clock. And that reptile! This madness must stop! Francine: What about your things? Lacy curtains Lacy, ugly cats Lacy pillows... Lacy lace! Catherine: So what if my half is lace-driven? It has a unified theme. Francine: Yeah, nauseating—that's the theme. Catherine: You are so ignorant. Francine: Just wait till your feet get cold. Then you'll be sorry.