17 ep07 Bob Hope Phil Harris

For the next hour and 30 minutes, this program will present in person such bright stars as this. You are so sound! Bobo! Deborah Carr. Frankie Lane. Jerry Lewis. Dean Martin. Charlie McGuire. Jimmy Wallington. Meredith Wilson.

And my name, darling, is Toulula Bancher. National Broadcasting Company presents The Big Show. The Big Show, 90 minutes with the most sit-lating personalities in the entertainment world, brought to you this Sunday and every Sunday at the same time as the suddenly feature of NBC's All Star Fest.

And here is your hostess, the glamorous, unpredictable, Tallulah Baycad. Well, darling, here we are with the Big Show this week in Los Angeles. Los Angeles, the City of the Angels. Or is it Los Anglers, the City of the Angles?

Well, to be safe, I'll call it LA. Lazy with ashes. How did the wits get in there? And what a plane trip from New York, darling. We were it all the way. When we left New York, we were worried about the weather because all we could see was rain.

When we got to Chicago, we were it because all we could see was snow. But when we got to lovely California, we stopped worrying because we couldn't see the weather at all. Smog, you know.

Of course, you know what smog is, don't you? Well Bob Hope. Smog is nature's protection against the glare of Crosby's shirts. Or, smog is the stuff they invented to protect the oranges from the smudge pots.

Or... Just a moment. A darling. La Brea Carpet. Mad Man-Muns. Once, Mo Holland Drive, Wilshire Bus, and Hollywood and Vine. What's all that, darling? I just wanted to get all your local jokes out of the way so we couldn't cut her up the rest of the big show.