George Wants To Buy A Lot

Oh honey, I just can't get Bagley to sell that lot. I tried to close the deal yesterday. He even gave him one of my cigars. But I guess I was over-rancious. He smelled something fishing.

Now, you shouldn't have taken the cellophane off. Well, I'll keep working on Bagley. There's good morning, folks. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Reagan. This is my day off, Mrs. Barnes. But I thought I'd get Mr. Barnes his breakfast before I go.

Well, Mrs. Reagan, I'll have some bacon in it. I'll find choice. And sure, there's no one in this whole world can fix bacon like I can. It's there messing your mouth. It's tender and crisp and crunchy and delicious.

Good, good, good, good. Well, I'll have some. Oh, it was not a second to house. But I just smelled some frying. That you did. But before I had a chance to bring it into you, it had disappeared into the blue.

Disappear. That's ridiculous. Would I be telling you a lie, sir? No. Which is the soul of all I am. Who doesn't tell a lie, I would go with at least cusses on me, Windell. Now, that's right here.

Mrs. Reagan never tells a thing. Look, I'll prove it. And Mrs. Reagan, am I pretty? Oh, that you are. Am I talented? Yes, indeed. Am I smart? Oh, smart to the bit. Am I the prettiest, most talented, smartest girl in the whole row. No. I should have quit when I was ahead. Well, anyway, she doesn't mind

you. There's no bacon. Would you like a nice scrambled egg, Mr. Burns? Well, of course, you would. But there's nothing for nourishing of a nice scrambled egg. Okay, just bring me the scrambled egg, Mrs. Reagan. Yeah, I really don't know for me about that bacon disappearing.