Guest-Lillian Roth

They'll tell you what, I want a litter in the program. But now let's have some rest with our stars! But evidence! Alright, Casper, come on out here. Say, good to get that lump on your head.

I got it last night. I was praying, piggyback, with my little three-year-old nephew, Tony. Oh, now wait a minute. How could you get a lump on your head, playing piggyback with a little three-year-old boy?

I fell off his back. They did it. You're always getting into trouble and getting rumps on your head. Oh, that's nothing. I almost had my nose broken in three places. Now, what did you do about it?

I'm staying out of those three places. You please talk, sense. How's your uncle Mike getting along? I know he's going to the doctor every day. What's the matter with him? Well, Uncle Mike is kind of nutty.

He used to go around the house thinking he was the same but not dog. Is that so? Yeah. But he's much better now. He is? Yeah, now he only thinks he's a cuckus' venue. Mike.

Well, never mind that. You know, I've been looking for you all week. I telephone your house Monday night and they told me that you were taking a bath. Monday night? Yeah. You have the wrong numbers.

No, I'm thinking about that. It's bad enough I can't find you all week. And we're late getting here today. And what's your excuse this time? Well, there was a terrible heavy fog in the valley this morning.

I got up, washed, dressed, and came down here to the studio. And then I had to go home again. Now wait a minute. The fog wasn't that big. Oh, no. When I got here, I went to the fog of my basement.