Christmas Presents

Well, hello, come out in. Oh, don't... Menfellers, special service presents The Burns and Allen Show with Bill Goodwin, Felix Mills Orchestra, and the people who live in the Burns House, George and Gracie. Well, and Gracie's vernacular.

There are only five more hinting days till Christmas. So, as George comes down to breakfast, Gracie starts hinting. Good morning, Dad. Burn you, Bonjour, come and tell me who. Place some more. Why you're all the friends?

Oh, forgive me. I have the hardest time remembering that you're not child boy-eight. Child's burying? Oh, you're much younger, of course. Gracie, what is this all about? Oh, Gracie, Gracie, you lucky girl. That other woman has a husband, his husband, his child's boy-eight, his smart-assine, his dad, and his generousest Santa Claus.

Oh! I say, almost Christmas. Christmas. Christmas? My goodness, so it is. Yes, it's certainly slipped up on you, doesn't it? In this house it slips up on you like a very development. Well, now, just look at that calendar.

There are only five shopping days left. I am just so glad in case you forgot to get a present for one of your relatives. Say. Particularly a relative by marriage. I'm sorry, something. Certainly don't need a calendar to tell me when it's Christmas.

Everybody starts to hint for a present. People are so nice. They just can't do enough work. Oh, George, that's your imagination. Well, good morning, folks. Here's your orange juice. And, uh, Mr. Burns, I brought you an extra towel last morning, and I picked out every seed so they wouldn't get stuck in your handsome throat.

You, uh, you're dead, huh? Yes, tell me now. If anything else I can do, would you like for me to feed you this morning? No, thanks. Try, Mr. Daphnaamalade, on your toast. It'll bring us miles to your handsome safe.