I'm quacking up...

"I'm Quackerack, and I'm ready for my closeup."
"I feel like someone is following me!"
"If you didn't bring food, then why did you come?"
"Don't tell me I'm beautiful. I am the one and only Dartha. Tell me something I don't know."

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Well, had a minute to spare the day Mom got her perm, so I visited Dartha, Quackerack, and all the gang... Poor Dartha. She moves sooooo slowly.... kinda like I do. Something dreadful is going on with my right knee... Perfectly dreadful. I've been to the doc twice. He told me Wednesday if he helped me as much in three days as he did the last time I was there, he'd have me in a wheelchair by the weekend. I thought that was kind of funny.... but it wasn't. My knee is MISERABLE!