"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.
There not that good
''George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about. On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.''
Would I be a good General?
''They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sash-weights and bags of bird shot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in.
Hazel saw George wince. ''She had to ask George what the latest sound had been. "Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer," said George."All the things they think up." "Um," said George. "Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper .''
"If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on Sunday-just chimes.Kind of in honor of religion.""I could think, if it was just chimes," said George. 2"Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper General.""Good as anybody else," said George."Who knows better then I do what normal is?" said Hazel."Right," said George.''