appears on Phil Baker's program

Let's go out to Jack Bennett's house in Beverly Hills, where Jack is taking his violin lesson from his same old teacher, Rufa T'Labauk. No, no, no, Michelle, they mean no. I'm sorry, Professor. Perhaps you are not ready for that yet.

Oh, but I am Professor, look, I'll show you. Now let my finger slip off. It should be your head. Come, let us go back to the exercises. I'll count for you. Hello. One, and two, and three, and four, and four.

They gently do not kick this wood make patre l'opique. They hit smooth and not so jockeyed. This could make me lose my talkie. I wish I was someplace else else. Please give me an alcocelta.

What did I do? You are dripping the violin too tight around the neck. Stop it. It gives me ideas. I'll try the first one again. Very well. I know. Plink, plink, plink, plink. La-la-la-la-la. I think you stink. No, no, may I show them it please?

Please, please, please. Professor Fasser, at the end of last week's lesson, you yourself suggested the blue Daniel to jump into a not-to-play. Now, Professor, listen, I'm paying you good money to come here. But you weren't on the phone.

Okay. Now don't go away, Professor. My lesson still has two more minutes to go. Two more minutes. Two more minutes. What, a man? He even stubs the watch during the eight barrests. But you still...

I would like to ask you a favor. But, baby, what is it? My ankle helps me. Will you please loosen this chain, eh, lift it? You know, Professor, your ankles are exactly my size. How do you know?