Spanish Dancing Teacher, Miss Del Rey (AFRS)

The Great Gildersleeves. A special rebroadcast for all you soldiers, sailors, and marines of the United Nations. Listen to another amazing episode in the life of the Great Gildersleeves. Upstairs in the rear bedroom, Leer will have a scholar eager for knowledge, Tiffany's death pouring over a problem in mathematics.

That's great, my boy. Ah, the Great Gildersleeves himself. Down in the living room, sitting on an uncomfortable little stool and holding a scale of yarn for his knees, my tree. Don't come, Lord. Hold your hands up a little.

Really, you're the worst bitches that I ever saw. Don't see why you make me sit on a stool. Because you're so big. I can't whine if you're way above me. Yes, yes. Well, it's bad for the stool, my dear.

Who wasn't built for it? I mean, you weren't built for it. No, my dear. Keep your hands up. It'll flip off. Confounded mindry. My arms are tired. Well, take a minute. Bad for you. Sit in one position all the time.

Bad for your bluff. It settles down. In the corners, yet sluddish can lead to rheumatism. It'll only be a moonlight. My dream, my nose is a thing. It's a little star, huh? Eh, I can't stand it.

Oh, Dolph, keep your hands apart. Well, then you suck it. Hehehehe. Oh, that's better. Phone, you say where you are. Oh, I get it. I got peppers. Oh, Dolph, put the world down. So how am I?

I'm trapped. Come here with it. I'll hold the phone up in your ear. Oh, for things I go through. Hold it closer, Marjorie. Hello, Judge. Oh, sure, I'd be glad to see you. But I'm going to see you in half an hour anyway, down to Jolly Boy's Club.