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SKIP

No, I mean, come on. You’re not exactly the freshest breeze blowing across the glen this afternoon, are you? I mean you don’t think you are, right?

PAULA

What’s a glen?

SKIP

A glen?

PAULA

Yeah.

SKIP

I don’t know, like a meadow.

PAULA

A meadow?

SKIP

No, or a–… Yeah, okay. A meadow.

FELTON

It’s not a meadow.

PAULA

That’s right. He’s right. It’s not a meadow.

SKIP

Not a meadow?

PAULA

No.

FELTON

A glen is a long, usually quite narrow, valley.

PAULA

Not a meadow, at all.

SKIP

Okay, fine.

PAULA

Look at that. Mr. Know-it-all who used it in a sentence (and who has the gall to call me Ms. Smarty-pants) doesn’t know what a glen is.

FELTON

That is kind of surprising.

SKIP

Aren’t there meadows in valleys?

PAULA

Meadows in valleys?

SKIP

Can we just change the subject?

PAULA

Sure there are meadows in valleys.

FELTON

And forests in foothills.

PAULA

There might even be meadows in glens.

SKIP

Why is this—

PAULA

“ And mare’s eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy.”