(xx) BB Baugh and the New Dentist

Well sir, Vic, say, young Russell have just finished their evening meal. As we join them at the small house halfway up on the next block now. And we find our friends in the kitchen lingering at the safe.

Say to speaking at the moment, and we hear her inquiring quizzically. Why do Russell and me have to leave every time you've got some men stopping past the tall business? Well, in the strictest sense, this is not business.

Large trash? The large is involved to a degree. You always make such a mystery of us. Yes, suppose I do. Bluetooth Johnson enjoys making a mystery out of everything. Dizzy. He's able to walk in the living room on Tiptoe and Whisper to his father.

I'm going in the hallway and getting my hat and coat. Bluetooth Johnson's a fascinating fellow. Yes, he is. American public can never be sure what he'll do next. It'd be the bother to stop and pass the season.

Yes, and it's not impossible that he decides to pay his little visit early. Heidi, hi. Do I need a house to fall on me or is that a hint for wrestling me to care out quick?

Well goodness, Greg, a coat wrestle. And don't get trampled in the mad rush for the door. No, there's no need for that big of hurry, friends, but let's not go this free fun, the job.

It's a peculiar feeling getting chased out of your own house. Oh, not kidding. Oh, I thought you really meant that. Ah, yeah, shower just fooling. Anyway, I want to see that picture at the buy show.

Not every day in the week, I get the chance of having a fine, elegant gentleman escort. Oh, thanks for the compliment, Mom. After the performance I treat you to a nickel-dry phosphate in its degree.