Lous Race Horse Peanut Butter

The Abbot and Costello program. Listen to the rhythms of Freddie Rach and his orchestra. The flingy thinking of Connie Haines. And that brave youth who bore through snow and ice up banner with this strange device.

Peanut butter! Whoa! Peanut butter! Costello, what in the world have you got there? Oh, what do you think it is? Horses, isn't it? Tell me so, horse. What'd you look like? A hip on Papa the Hama? I'm in a bus?

No! Costello, tell me the truth now. Where did you get that horse? Oh, but I brought up for a dollar and a half from a father that was wearing a white suit. And in anything, this horse is a hero!

What do you mean? He wanted to distinguish service costs. Look, it says right on his blanket. D.S.C. Distinguished service costs. Yeah, he wanted... That means the bottom of street cleaning. You mean that fell in the white suit was a street cleaner?

Certainly. No wonder when I first spoke to him he'd give me the brush. No. That's not it. You've got to cut out this gun. Now last week you bought a dog, this week you bought a horse.

Now the next thing you know you buy a nail. I did buy an elephant, huh? I bought an elephant, Abbot. Why, do you want to have him back? Why? They will let me bring him home on a street car.

Oh, let's take that horse out of here right now and give him back to the man. Go ahead. No, Abbot, come on, please don't. Yes. Don't make me give him back. Abbot, I love the animals.

I want to keep him. Don't make me get peanut butter back. He's the sweetest, nicest horse I ever met. Can you have peanut butter? That's a nice girl. That's a pretty girl. Peter Potter, give Abbot a great big kiss.