Back From NY - Herbert Marshall

Better step on it, Rochester. Yes, sir. No, be nice to get to the studio before my broadcast starts. Don't worry, boys. We'll have time to spare if the wind don't change. Well, I, uh, I don't want to be late, especially after being off the program last Sunday.

You know, I was a little worried about that. I was afraid my gang wouldn't be able to do a show without my being there. Yeah, who'd ever think a problem could be that funny with the both of us just listening in?

Yes, it did go over pretty well. Say, boss, that's the first time you ever missed a blow of casting it? No, it happened once before when I fell asleep at a movie. It was my picture, too. I can't understand it.

Is everything comfortable there in the back seat, Mr. Billingsley? Oh, fine, thank you. Lovely nice of you to give me this lift. Oh, don't mention it. I wouldn't have bothered you, but my magic carpet is at the cleaners.

is it the cleaners? Oh. Oh. Oh. I told you, boss, that man's coo-coo. He is not. Rochester, what's the idea driving on this little side street? We always take Sunset Boulevard to the studio. Well, the policeman told me that on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, we got to keep this car off the main drag.

Oh, Rochester, you'll say anything to run down my Maxwell. I wouldn't mind it so much balls if you just fix the springs in this cushion. Never mind. Every time I ride this thing I get the mark of Zorro.

Too bad about you. Oh Mr. Billingsley, are you sure you wouldn't like to come to the broadcast with me? No thanks, just drop me off at the bowling alley. I'm going to have this ball taken off my thumb.