One Hundred More Arrive

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. Tuesday morning to be exact, and the Papa Bloom is in his office at the studios of the Excello Pictures Corporation. It seems as though he's trying to locate someone on the phone as we hear him say...

Yes, yes, yes, for the last time I'm asking you, I want to talk to Sidney Shipman. Yes, he does something around here. What it is, I don't know, but I am paying him a salary.

Who's speaking? Who? Only the boss? Yeah. Well, I thought you'd hear me that time, and you'd better try to locate him. What? All right, all right, call me back when it comes in. Let me...

No, here, sit again. Hello. Yes. Hello. Hello. Hello? Hello? Who? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr. Wobbles. Put him on the line. Yeah. Hello, Mr. Wobbles. I was waiting for you to call. Yeah, now look, about the price, I'm just a minute, Mr. Robin.

Hello, Mama. I'm busy talking. Yeah, I can see that, Jack. Go ahead. Don't remind me. Mind you. Oh, never mind. Never mind. Hello, hello, Mr. Robin. Excuse us, please. Now look, about the price, yeah.

Couldn't it be just a little bit higher? It's good merchandise. I'm selling you the... Apple-deprived things. Can all these come down? Just a minute, Mr. Robin. Mama, please. Don't pocket me and buy me a while I'm listening in the other to the phone.

Besides, you don't even know what I'm talking about. You're talking about prices and doubling the price is always good. No matter what you're trying to sell, be right. All right, my mom. All right, my mom.