Looking for a Singer

Are you there? We'll live here. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. 8 McCullough's better. St Ty? Yes, Sir Swann. The new, white floating soap. 8ways better than old style floating soaps present. Paul Whiteman, Your Swannie announcer, Bill Goodwin.

A singer, if we can find one. And, well, I Swann, here are the stars of our show. George Burns and Gracie Alex. Job Burns speaking? What? Yes, Mrs. Burns is home. Gracie, it's for you.

Oh, thanks. Hello. Who? I've got some wonderful news for you. George and I are going to work on our new radio program today. Well, thank... Well, we've been just as worried about it as you have.

Well, it's been awfully nice of you to call us every day. Goodbye! What was that? The telephone company. What are they worried about? That'll get paid. Well, Gracie, we've got to get to the studio. Where's my shirt?

Uh, George, don't walk in front of that window when you're under the air. You know how snooky those people are who live next door. Well, the last hole goes up. Yes, they're all sneaking around and peeking in our windows.

Oh, I think that's awful. Well, it certainly is. And it's probably the truth. You don't look as nice in your underwear as Mr. Last Hole goes. Ha ha ha. Gracie, please, I've got to find my shirt. Where's that made?

Hilda! Hilda! Yeah, I'm not the Orcs, sir. Uh, where's my shirt? Hilda, where's my shirt? Gracie, why doesn't she answer me? It's her day off. If it's her day off, what is she doing here?

She lives here. And she gets paid here too, I'll find me. When you want her, it's her day off. Aww, now I think you're buried me to stand here and say things like that behind Hilda's back.