Gracie Fields ( #41)

A special rebroadcast for the American Armed Forces and their allies. You're invited to drop in where the elite meet to eat, Duffy's Tavern. Hello Duffy's Tavern where the elite meet to eat Archie the man just bacon's stuff he ain't here.

Hello Duffy, tonight the crisis failed. It's the English Nightingchiles. Well, she sings them cockney songs. Cockney, you know, Englishman with a Brooklyn accent. Well, she was in a picture holy matrimony. Oh, Duffy, she wasn't a bearded lady.

That was Monty Woolly. Uh, Gracie was a singer. Uh, yeah. Has she got her music? The biggest ass pedestrian of the mall? Yeah, I imagine she's probably got it. She's now singing at the World Off Astoria.

Yeah, and Duffy, I've been trying to figure it out. Why does the World Off make so much more money than we do? See? And I got the answer. They got a hotel on top of the joint.

So why was thinking, you know, you know that back room where we keep the pigs feet? Well, you see, that could be the bridal, sweet. And hello? Hello? Mm, he hung up. Now Eddie, we gotta get the stuffy archorio hotel ready for rocket, but did you remove the pig's feet out of the back room?

Yeah. How does the room look? So high heaven. You mean the room's still, but... Now you might get away with calling this place the duffy archorio, but you'll never be able to call that room the rules room.

By the way, there's another thing wrong with that What? Ain't no bedding. Mm, I know I forgot about something, uh, a bad one. I tell you what, sit down to the cellar and get them to empty potatoes, kind of.