Guest Sir Cedric Hardwicke

Well, Duffy's time and what do you late mate? I'd just say he'd imagine spake and Duffy ain't here. Oh, well, Duffy, oh yeah, big crowd here tonight. Uh-huh, old as the no-nose comb, machine gun vent smite, second store rejection, sarsidric hardwicks, hard-wicked-ups.

Not air-wicked. I just, it just looks like he's falling something bad. He's sort of a sneering, clipped and wet. Only even more contemptible. And he's always got that kind of an expression on his face, you know, if he was a baby, you'd fight.

What's he like? Well, you know, to kind of a two-fisted, he-man, red-blooded guy, you always hope your sister'll get Hardwick's the kind she winds up with. You've seen a guy acting on a stage in a picture, you know, and Stanley in Livingston, he was Livingston.

And the amazing Dr. Quitter House, he was Quitter House. And, uh, La Miserable, he was miserable. Just one guy to defend you. He ain't a famous British seminar actor. In fact tonight in his honor we're serving him with Chutney.

Well look Duffy I gotta go now I'm busy making up a sign. Okay now let me finish your paint in this red sign. Let's see uh second story vacancy. Oh well I think you know I want the dogs out of this.

What are you even doing with yourself? Oh the usual thing. He's sleeping, licking the paste, talking to wallpaper. That's good fun. Yeah, I've been doing some fishing too. Fishing, that's nice. What do you use for bait?

A copy of? A caviar. Here. A base? Yeah. I find I catch a better clank of fish. Well tell me, why do you do this fishing, Finnegan in mountains? No. The lakes. The ocean. No.