Somebody says, "I remember when Ann Coulter was very lovely; what she do?; get old?"
Someone else says, "Goodness, gracious me, no. You can't blame age for this. The passage of time just adds lines and wrinkles, and some cute curlicues. This is something else".
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ann Coulter appears, and everyone begins to stare at Ann Coulter.
Somebody says, "I can barely breathe, she can sure take your breath away, can't she?".
Everyone else replies, "That aint 'taking' that's out an' out 'stealing'.
Then, breathlessly murmuring, "What a fright," everyone lapses into a scary silence.
Everyone, that is, except for Little Antonio, who quite loudly speaks out: "I'm'a no got'a no understanding of'a this'a country. Why is'a the loud things so spoke up so uglily in'a this'a country? Why no can'a this'a country find'a people that'a no speak'a so ugly all'a the time? Is'a the people of'a this'a country only interested in'a the ugly things? I'm'a just'a got'a off'a the boat. But I think maybe I no wait'a for the next'a boat, I'm'a gonna swim'a back."
