Gunge: How long do you think we've been with Marjory?
Philo: Well, I don't know, Gunge, as long as I can remember.
Gunge: Well, I thought it was since the day before yesterday.
Philo: It's the same thing.
Gunge: Well, that's what I thought. Yeah, so what do you say, today's the day?
Philo: Sure, today's the day. What do you think, yesterday's the day?
Gunge: No, but...
Philo: [interrupting] Yesterday was the day yesterday.
Gunge: Sure...
Philo: And tomorrow will be the day tomorrow.
Gunge: Right.
Philo: But today, today's the day.
[Gunge sighs deeply]
Philo: Why do you ask?
Gunge: Oh boy... is today the day we finally get out of here and go home?
Philo: Oh yeah, you asked me that yesterday.
Gunge: [getting angry] I've asked you that everyday we've been here!
Philo: But Marjory always had things for us to do.
Gunge: Well, maybe today she won't have anything for us to do and we can go home.
Marjory the Trash Heap: [Marjory wakes up and yawns] Good morning, boys. Have I got a lot of things for you to do today.