"and then do you know what he did?"
"and there I am with a finger down my throat, trying to get that vile food she cooked out of my system and in walks Muriel. 'Well, says she, 'I hope it wasn't my cooking!' And I'm thinking 'Oh, bitch, please!..."
they've chewed me up and shit me out.
...and would I trade places with either of them? Just ask me.
Oh, to be female, well-to-do and brainless!