me good breath.I kept trying to scrape the green off with my teeth. like this - then my teeth got green on them . I thought i was gonna die. Here I am in this ritzy cultural museum place with a green tongue.but you know what makes me sick ? Just between you and me, Roseanne Roseannadanna, Did you ever look underneath your tongue? its blue and white and pink and its real soft and bumpy, its got this real thin piece of skin that your always afraid its gonna rip.*Gilda: Well, Jane - it just goes to show you - its always something. if its not one thing its another. Either you cant get tickets to the King Tut exhibit - or you got a green tongue. its just like the little fable I used to hear before I went to bed when I was a little girl. Its a very happy story that was told to me by my optimistic Aunt, Pollyanna Roseannadanna - its called The Fox and the Grapes. Once upon a time there was this little fox who loved fruit. and one day he saw this bunch of grapes hanging from a tree. Well, the fox jumped, and jumped and jumped cause he wanted to eat the grapes. But he couldnt reach em. So he went out, and bought himself a wooden stool, and put it under the tree. He climbed up and reached but he fell off and the fox died. *Jane:Thats a happy story?*Gilda: Its a great story,Jane, and a classic, cause this little fox just happened to be an Egyptian fox so they buried him with grapes and the wooden stool. And they didnt pit it in no Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art, so at least that little fox has a place to sit down. Good night my little Roseanne Roseannadanna.*Jane: That's the news. Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow....
