Guest Gertrude Lawrence ( #43)

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. Hey, I'd like you to imagine speaking Duffy ain't here. Hello, Duffy.

The crowd here. You never seen a swell-looking budget from. Alright, as the English called him, croutons. Well, you'd say Greg O'Larrant's is coming down here tonight, so the crowd all dressed up formal. Yeah, practically everybody is wearing shoes.

Well, except Moriarity, of course. He didn't have an 18-2 bond, so he just went out and got a petticoat. Yeah. Uh, Greg O'Larrant's stuffy. She was in that lady in the dark about a day when I, uh, she'd plant with her.

Yeah, and then I'm doctors of psych theology. Well, you know, he's a guy you go doing, you're doing all right, you're feeling all right, you're looking all right, and he tells you what's wrong. Yeah, yeah, it's for people with twisted metals.

Why is good girls coming down here? Well, since no power is in England, she probably said to herself, home in America is most logical to be, you know, let's pray to say that. So, uh, home else with the home bee, but you're truly home.

Pip, tip, toughy, old screw, I'll phone you back fortnightly. What, Gaddy? Yes, I'm a guy. Gaddy, you won't believe this. That's right, but go ahead. Gaddy, for the last three nights, believe it or not, I have had a dream where good old Lawrence comes to me and she says, Archie, you are the next old coward.

Sit down and write me a play. If you don't, you're a jerk. Miss Lawrence said, Jack? Yeah, it eat plenty of white from the English name to you, isn't it? Well, they have more of that too.