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| Candice Bergen and her dummy. |
February 8, 2014
I'm at a fancy dinner dance at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. I know I don't belong here and I sneak around hoping not to get caught.
I notice Candice Bergen strolling around with great purpose, almost as if she's managing the entire affair. I approach her excitedly.
"I had a dream about you," I tell her. "You were a ventriloquist, just like your father."
Without ever breaking her stride, she shoots me an icy stare and deadpans, "Oh yeah? Where you the dummy?"
Ouch.
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