Guest Roy Rogers ( #133)

Duffy's tavern, where do you meet D-Dotchy? The man just spakein' Duffy ain't here. Oh, hello, Duffy. Guess what? The uncle just died and left me a saloon in Las Vegas. Yeah. Well, that's not West, Duffy.

Well, men are men. And the women wouldn't have it any other way. Why do I don't want to place one man of men? Well, Duffy, I'm hoping in my case they'll make an exception. How far West does it?

Well, you know when I'm there, and then it's the Hudson Revit, this is even Western. I understand that it's a big week out there, what they call hell Dorado week. Hell Dorado. Well, Dorado means gold and you think I should go, huh?

And you'd like me to take Mrs. Duffy along? But, huh, I could drop her off somewhere in the middle of West. Duffy, there ain't enough room in the West for that medal. Now look, leave us not argue.

I'll see you when you get back from the West. Okay, Pard, grandiose. So, Eddie, old Pard, what is this old Pard? Pard, it's a Western time like two peas in a pot, you know? Well, I guess we're ready to go.

Looks like we can kiss Duffy and just tavern goodbye. Kissed up? Well, somehow it don't sound quite sanitary. Hey, you ain't gonna try to get the Las Vegas net broken down Jalapa, you boy. What's wrong with that car?

Well, in the first place it's got a windshield wiper, but no windshield. Number two, the top is down, but it ain't a convertible. And number three, there's a little trouble with the headlight. What's wrong with them?