Guest Peter Lorre ( #23)

The special service division invites you soldiers, sailors, and marines of the United Nations to drop in at Duffy's Tavern. The fees were elite, mate, deed, hockey demand, just bacon, duffy, ain't here. Hello, Duffy. Tonight, Peter Worry and Mrs. Carver's Wells in the talking bird.

Mrs. Wells talking bird. Now don't get excited, Duffy. It ain't hoisin'. Now, this bird you can shut up once in a while. Well, you ought to feed a bird cub. He's wonderfully tall. See, whistles, he even sings.

Huh? Oh, no. Well, can you pull worms out of the ground with your beak? Ha, ha, ha. You probably could have, huh? What do you ought to say to me? He's practically a human. Huh?

Uh, uh, four-up. He's got flat feet. Ha, ha. Hey, Mrs. Wells, find him in a jungle, you know, when he was just a little puppy. Well, what do you call a small bird? A gosh one.

Hey, God. Stop it. You're kidding me. Exactly. I'll throw you back, stop it. Alright, well, Miss Archer, now, did they talk in bird? What do they call it? They call it a minor bird. Why do they call it a minor bird?

Well, Eddie, that is difficult to make to explain, so why not familiar with the natural habit you're just a personality. Oh, you don't know, huh? Look, Eddie, I never thought on a subject of which I am ignorant.

Not that quiet, nobody could be. Tell me, why do they call a minor bird? Because it's a bird that ain't 21 years old. What do they call the bird after it becomes 21? Nothing, they die at 20.

Would you like any more information, Eddie? Yeah, keep it flying. Yeah, keep it flying. Where do you get all this stuff? Well, don't forget it, he got it for a long time. I was associated with the explorers club.