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"He's dead. Would you like his voice mail?"
Old MacDonald Checks His Voice Mail.
"Nothing to speak of. Someone left a Bronx cheer on your voice mail."
"You have reached the home of Henry and Maureen Wells. If you are selling something, press 1; if you are asking for money, press 2; if you want to talk about phone service, press 3."
"I leave messages in the pussycats' little voice-mail boxes. Sometimes they get back to me. Sometimes they don't."
"Hello, dear. This is Mom. Have you lost your mind or what?"
"Hi, you've reached Kara's phone. Mom, you're the only one who calls me so go ahead and leave a voice mail."