"The not blinking really bothers me, I've got to tell you. And what's this on her neck, here? On Brenda's neck?"
"Is this an air-valve? This is an air-valve! See, here's the cap. Are you sitting with an inflatable doll?
"Don't be ridiculous."
"You're sitting with an inflatable doll! This isn't even a person."
"Brenda, this isn't funny, show Ms. Beadsman you're a person."
"My god. See, she weighs about one pound. I can lift her up." Lenore lifted Brenda way up by the thigh. Brenda suddenly fell out of Lenore's hand and her head got wedged between the bench and Mary-Ann's hand, and she was upside down. Her dress fell up.
"Good heavens," said Mr. Bloemker.
"One of those dolls. That's just sick. How can you sit in public with an anatomically correct doll?"
"I must confess, the wool seems to have been completely pulled over my eyes. I thought she was simply extremely shy. A troubled Midwesterner, in an ambivalent relation ..."