George: There is no use crying over spilt milk, it’s over.
Millie: Honey, I know, but Gourmet, they were the crème de la crème.
George: I guess Conde Nast is gonna have to put all of their eggs in one basket with Bon Appetit, now.
Millie: Sugar, the proof will be in the pudding. They are gonna have to pull the fat from the fire and put some mustard on it.
George: Hey, I’m sure it will spice things up.
Millie: They had to separate the wheat from the chaff.
George: Well, you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs.
Millie: Gumdrop, I hope they know their onions over there.
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About as far from the real thing as you could get, but it’s nice to see how things permutate over time and find new life. It would go more like this:
Millie: So, what do you think your grandson means, George?
George: (No response)!