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Yes, next time you buy cigarettes, ask for Lucky Strike. So round, so firm, so fully packed, so free and easy on the draw. Strike program starring Jack Benny with Mary Livingston, Phil Harris, Rochester, Dennis Day, and yours truly, Don Wilson. Passengers, please step to the rear, step to the back of the bus, please. Oh, isn't this awful, Catherine? You'd think some gentleman would get up and get one of us a seat. I beg your pardon, ladies, but would any of you care to sit down? Oh, you're very kind, isn't he, Catherine? He certainly is. He got up and gave the three of us a seat. He has a very big heart. Well, yes, yes, I am. Oh, I just love that program. It has so many interesting characters. They act so crazy. Oh, Jeanette, they only do that to make people laugh on the radio. Those things never happen in real life. Oh, they don't, huh? Well, now let me tell you something that really happened yesterday. What was it? Well, Jack Benny, Phil Harris and Dennis Day dropped him to the corner drugstore to get a bite to eat. What are you gonna have, Phil? I don't know, Jackson. What are you gonna have? I don't know. How about you, Dennis? Gee, it's so hard to decide what to... Just look at that. Waiter! Waiter! Yes, sir? Look, there's lipstick on my glass. Well, there's water in it, too. Wash it off. Their bread should be that fresh. Well, Phil, have you decided yet? Yeah, I think I know what I want, Jackson. What'll it be, sir? A roast beef sandwich and a fifth of milk. Phil, milk doesn't come in fifths. Well, how do I know it's the first time I ever ordered this stuff? Dennis, have you made up your mind yet? Yeah. Waiter, bring me a dish of ice cream with a strip of bacon on it. Dennis, ice cream with bacon? That's ridiculous. Why don't you have it with chocolate syrup? Okay. Waiter, bring me some bacon with chocolate syrup on it. Yeah, that's what I meant. Hey, what are you gonna have, Jackson? Gee, I don't know. Hey, Waiter, what would you suggest? How about lamb stew? No. Some veal cutlets? No, I'm going home soon. I just want something to hold me together. How about some scotch tape? Look, just get their orders and I'll think of what I want. Let's see. Hey, Dennis, how's your Colgate show doing? Oh, it's fine. I like the idea of having two shows. Gee, I don't know what to order. How's your fish bandwagon doing, Phil? Great kid, great. Alice just picked up my option for another 13 weeks. Maybe I ought to have it. Holy smoke, Jackson. Haven't you made up your mind yet what you want to eat? Well, how can I think with you fellows always talking? I got two shows. I got two shows. I got two shows. It's all you hear. Two shows, you ought to be ashamed of yourself putting other people out of work with two shows. I haven't got two shows. They've got two shows. Well, bully for them. Hey, your orders, gentlemen. Now what do you have? Well, I think I'll have a hamburger. And let's see, do you have any hot chocolate? No, but here's a Hershey bar in a match. Oh, nuts. They're in it, too. Never mind. Just give me that piece of chocolate cake right there. That's vanilla. It is not vanilla. It's chocolate. I'll dust it off and show you. Well, don't bother. Just give me a piece of that huckleberry pie. You want to make a bet? Well, give it to me whatever it is. A man could starve to death in here guessing. Now, give me that pie. Hey, Jackson, Jackson. Huh? Hey, look. Look at that beautiful blonde coming toward the counter. Oh, yeah. Hey, Phil, she's heading this way. I'll move over one. Then she'll have to sit between us. God, I was sitting on the end stool. Help me up off the floor, Phil. Well, there's a switch me picking you up. Well, look, fellas, I got to go home now. Look, I'll see you later. Hey, Jackson, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Jackson. What about the check? Jackson, what about the... After 11 years, you'd think I'd know better. How tight can a guy... Hey, Dennis, what are you looking at? That magazine over there, Ronald Coleman's pictures on the cover. Oh, yeah, Ronald. Gee, look at him. Those broad shoulders, intelligent eyes, pearly teeth, dimpled in the chin. If he was one inch taller, he'd look just like me. Man, he sure is handsome. Thank you, old fellow. It was awfully nice of you to say that. Hey, Dennis, you know, something you sounded just like him. Yeah, I like to do imitations. Yeah, you're doing pretty good too, kid. You know, I can hardly wait... Hey, hey, wait a minute. Huh? Hey, look, I got a great idea. Hey, you want to have some fun, kid? Yeah, how? Well, now look, let's give Jackson time to get home, and we'll call him on the phone. You disguise your voice like Ronald Coleman's and invite him over to his house for a party. Oh, boy, come on, let's go in that phone booth. Well, take it easy, take it easy. Now, we got to give him plenty of time to get home. He's walking and he ain't really 38, you know. Oh, we're waiting. Let's play the jukebox. One of my records is in it. Oh, your record's okay. Here you are. I'll drop a nickel in there. Suddenly... It wasn't such a long walk out to Beverly Hills after all. Ass out on my front yard. They won't let me park cars here anymore. Now, where's my key to the front door? Here's the key to my car. Here's the key to the back door. Here's the key to my hope chest. Key to my trunk. Key to the garage. Here's the key to that can of salmon I had last night. Why do I save those things? Oh, here it is. Rochester, what are you doing at home? You're supposed to be out after Hillcrest golf course, looking for my golf ball. It's no use, boss. I've been looking for that ball. Well, did you look behind all the rocks? You're looking all the bushes? Did you look down the golfer holes? I even took the golfers to a doctor's office and had them x-rayed. You had the golfer's x-rayed? We found six acorns, a bunch of roots, a Canadian pellet. Well, that's the silliest thing I ever heard. Taking golfers to a doctor's office. I wish you would... Wait a minute, Rochester, what's that wiggling around your pocket? A golf ball's he's peaking out at you. Oh, isn't he cute? Look at that sweet little face. He's got blue eyes, just like mine. I wonder if I could get his teeth straight. Imagine the patter of little golfer feet around the house. Rochester, how'd you happen to pick this one to bring home? He's the one with the Canadian pellet. Rochester, you better go back out of the golf course and keep looking for the ball. It must be... Hey, I just thought of something. Maybe we looked in the wrong place. Now, we took it for granted that I hit that ball in the rough. Maybe I hit such a good shot it landed right on the green. Oh! Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, we'll look for the ball tomorrow. By the way, Rochester, what are we going to have for dinner? Six acorns, a bunch of roots, and southern fried golfer. I don't want that. Just open a can of sardine. Okay, give me your key chain. Here you are, and hurry. I haven't had anything but a dusty piece of pie all day. I'll be in the... There's the phone. I'll get it. Hello? Hello, old boy. This is Ronald Coleman. Ronald Coleman? Well, Ronnie, how are you? Splendid. Splendid, thank you. Good, good. How's Benita? Who? Benita, your wife. Oh, oh, I thought you said Santa Anita. Benita's fine. Good, good. Oh, by the way, Jack, what are you doing tonight? Nothing, nothing, why? Well, Benita and I are having a little party at the house, and we'd love to have you come over. Tonight? Gee, that'll be swell, Ronnie. What time should I be there? Just a minute. I'll ask Santa Anita. Who? Benita, my wife. Oh. Hey, Phil, what time shall I tell him to be there? Nine o'clock, and tell him to bring his girl with him. Hello, Jack. Benita says nine would be fine, and to bring your lady friend with you. You mean my girl, Gladys Obisco? Yes, we've both been anxious to meet her. Hey, kid, kid, tell me if it's a costume party. Oh, by the way, Jack, when you come over tonight, we wish you'd wear something. A costume party, you know. Oh, a costume party, gee, that'll be fun. We'll be there at nine o'clock sharp. Goodbye, Ronnie. Goodbye, Jack. Hey, Rochester, Rochester, I've been invited over to Mr. and Mrs. Coleman's for a party tonight. You want me to get you tuxedo? No, no, this is a costume party. Gee, I don't know how to dress. I'll lay upside down and go as a bird's nest. Say, maybe I... No, it would tickle me. Hey, wait a minute. I know where I can get a cowboy costume. That's it, I'll go as a cowboy. Are you gonna take Miss Livingston? No, no, she's out of town this week. I'm gonna take my old girlfriend, Gladys Obisco. She'll love it. Gee, Gladys, it's nice out tonight, isn't it? It sure is feigning. Glad you're able to make it. I thought that since it's so close to Thanksgiving, you might be busy. Oh, I got Hilda to fill in for me. But can Hilda do your work? Oh, sure. She can pluck turkeys faster than anybody. Well, that's a feather in her cap. Oh, witty speedy. What people say in Georgie's castle, I'll never know. Gee, Gladys, you'll like the Coleman, Ronnie Bonita, or regular guys, even though they're high class and interested in things like opera and art. Art? Oh, then maybe I... No, no, no, Gladys, no. Don't show them your tattoos. Keep your sleeves down, you know? Say, Gladys, would you like a cigarette? Sure. Here you are. A lucky strike. They're made from that fine, that light, that naturally mild tobacco. Listen to the man who knows I always say. You know, Gladys, quality of product is essential to continuing success. You're telling me. You know, and another thing, Gladys, lucky strikes are so round, so firm, so fully packed, so free and easy on the draw. Ain't it the truth? God, Gladys, you look so cute in your costume, so western. So do you, speedy. We were both lucky to find that costume shop open so late. Yeah, they certainly fixed me up with a complete cowboy outfit. Last suit, 10-gallon hat and a gun. I can't wait till we get to the Ronald Coleman. What is it, Bonita? Living room windows before you got into bed. I did, darling. Well, if you're ready to go to sleep, I'll turn out the lights. No, no, just a minute. I'm not quite through reading. You know, Bonita, this is really exciting. You must read it when I'm through with it. Oh, I've already read it. You know, there's one part there. No, no, don't tell me, don't tell me I want to find out myself what Mumbles is going to do. He's an interesting fellow. You can find out tomorrow. I'm going to turn out the lights. All right, just a moment. There. All right, you can turn it out now. I know, Bonita. I know you won't think I'm conceited, but Random Harvest is one of the best pictures ever made. What do you do, darling? Now shut up the projector and let's go to sleep. We turned in early tonight. Got a lot of retakes at the studio tomorrow morning. Yes, I know. Good night, Morning. Right, darling. Bonita, you're snoring. Is the front door? I wonder who in the world could... Well, it's the butler's night off and there's only one way to find out. Go down and see who it is, darling. I suppose it's a burglar. What would I do? I don't know. I've never been in a picture with that particular situation. It's probably a telegram. I'll put on your robe and go to the door. Oh, all right. All right, all right. I'm coming. I'm coming. Imagine getting a man out of a nice, warm bed. Have a side, young farmer. Jack, there must be some to find. Tell me, partner, where's Bonita? Well, she's upstairs. We will go get the little woman down here. Now look, Jack Benny. Jack Benny? Yes, and he has a gun. Lend him what he wants and send him home. He'll borrow anything this time. He thinks we're having a party. You should have seen Benny and that girl besting in here with those silly costumes. Costumes? Yes, Benny's dressed up like Roy Rogers. Oh, what does the girl look like? Trigger. There's no reason to insult the girl. She's probably a pretty little thing. But how old is she? I don't know. Somewhere between 35 and 40. Oh, she's no chicken. Not with those turkey feathers all over her. Imagine Benny doing a thing like this. I have a good notion to pile down. Oh, darling, no. We can't stop sending our laundry to him. I suppose not. He is a master with the starch. He is absolutely disgraced for him to. Well, well, get back into bed. I'll go downstairs and tell him to leave. No use, darling. He won't even listen to you. Say, get dressed. What? I know what I'm doing, Bonita. Get dressed. Gee, I wish they'd hurry down. They've been upstairs a long time. They sure have speeding on the radio. Gee, that's our song they're playing. Let's dance, Snooksy. It would be an extreme pleasure. See, what memories this brings back. Our first meeting. We were dancing like this, remember? And as we danced, you sang the words into my ear. Sing them again. Go ahead, Gladys, will you? I love to hear you sing. Those feathers are tickling me. Gee, I wonder why the Coleman's aren't down yet. Is it right of us to sneak out the back way and go to a movie? Yes. And it'll teach Benny a lesson. Well, what movie are we going to see? I don't know and I don't care. Anything to get away from that man. Still in our house, how long do you think they'll stay? I have no idea. But tomorrow, open another airway. Jack Benny brings out the worst in people. How do you mean? Well, for instance, take that playwright fella, Norman Krasner. What about Mr. Krasner? Well, usually he's a very brilliant conversationalist. But as soon as he gets around Benny, all he can say is... Plus, tearing. Oh. And two loge seats, please. Here you are, sir. By the way, miss, we didn't notice. What picture are you showing? The horn blows at midnight. I wonder what program they wanted on. Now, let's see what's inside. There's some ham and aparose beef. Well, how do you like that? Only this morning, I sent Rochester over and they told them they were out of eggs. And look, they're lousy with butter, too. Well, say, Gladys, look. Look, there's a turkey. Please, not a turkey. Well, let's eat something. Get them through our window. They're still in the house. We've got to get some sleep. Well, there's only one thing to do, and I'm going to do it. Come on, Benita. We know where we live. Just show us Mr. Benny's bedroom. We've got to get some sleep. But, Mr. Coleman! Good night, Manchester. Good night. Ladies and gentlemen, one of the rarest privileges anyone can have is to be able to say, I saved a life. By now, we all know what it's meant by the word care. C-A-R-E. 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