Guest Orson Welles

Oh, hey, yo, hey Danny Kay, just a minute, Tom. Are you addressing me? Yeah, Kay, I... Oh, you're watching Wells. I'm a sucker for Danny Kay. How dare you? Oh, excuse me, Mr. Wells, I should have known.

I just saw your latest ticket, tomorrow's 11. Thank you, but I'm on my way to appear on the Danny Kay program. Yeah, you're gonna think tonight forever. Who are you? I'm an average radio lishi.

Well, you look older than 12. Tell me, my VOC pop off. I haven't heard any Mr. K's programs this year. What does he do? Your gasses as good as mine. All I know is he has one joke.

My sister married an iceman, or really no O'Reilly. No findouts. Now, just a minute, my killer cycles kill joy. To my way of thinking, Mr. K's a very fine artist. My way of thinking, your way of thinking is no way of thinking.

But, well, maybe you can teach him a thing or two. No, just one. We don't want a burden. Well, that's neither here nor. I'm here tonight because Mr. K is leaving for Hollywood tomorrow, and I'm going to give him a few pointers about making the proper social contacts in Hollywood.

Oh, how to make friends with influential people? Correct. Hollywood is a community of primary impressions, where an individual is categorized as a little The incensement upon the consciousness of any social order. Ha ha, you're just saying that.

But what does it mean? Who knows, but then I read it due to it. Excuse me now, Mr. K. Program is about to go on the air. Oh yeah, glad you reminded me. I got to run home and turn up my radio.