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I hope the water isn't too hot. Oh, no, it's just fine. I tested it with my elbow. I haven't heard bath salts, like I told you to. Oh, yes, all the packages are that stuff that makes bubbles. The bath is ready. We go through this every time. Come on, Apolly, you've got to take your bath. And Rochester put lavender bath salts in it. She was over her fear of water. The psychiatrist. Caused me a fortune. I took Polly, that psychiatrist, off of us every afternoon for two weeks. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped her treatment so soon. Well, why did you? I had to. Nothing looks sillier than a parrot lying on it. I just want you to get a rubber duck. Oh, Rochester and I were bathing Polly. Gee, not in the bathtub again. If Polly were bathed, you pulled the plug, she went down the drain, and came out at El Segundo. She said that's what gave her the fear of water. I'm glad you dropped by, because I want to get your opinion on something. Yeah, yeah, what, what, what? Well, I sang this morning, and I thought I'd make a little change. I want it to be perfect. Your song? Yes. Just listen to the change that I have in mind, and tell me what you think. OK. Good. The music is right here on the, my song. It isn't on the piano. Every time Rochester cleans in here, I can't find anything. Now, where's my song? Did you look in the garbage disposal? Are you sure your song was here this morning? I'm positive. I worked on it about an hour. I remember. It was just before I read the Sunday paper. Oh, Rochester! Oh, sir. Well, think back. What did you do this morning? As long as you dropped in, let's hear the song you're going to do on the program. What's it going to be? Well, it's called Never, and it's from a picture I just finished at 20th Century Fox produced by Georgie Jethel. Oh, what's the name of it? Golden Girl. How do you play? I don't know. I haven't seen the picture yet. Seems like you give a part. I'll see you Wednesday night. Neighborhood, I'll never let him go again. He caught three, and he got so much star. Goodbye, Mr. Kitzel. Dennis, I was just talking to you. I had to go. Hey, Jackson, that wasn't Alice on the phone, was it? No. Look, if Alice calls, don't tell her you saw me. I want to lay low as she cools off. Believe me, Jackson, if I didn't need the money, I wouldn't have done it. What did you do? I played gin rummy with my kids and won 40 bucks. $40 playing gin rummy with your children with a couple of pigeons I'm raising. Oh, for heaven's sakes, Phil, let me. Oh, hey, Jackson, if that's Alice, tell her I ain't yet been here no time today. You ain't yet been here no time today. Yeah, yeah, tell her, tell her. I will, Phil. I may phrase it differently, but I'll tell her. Coming. A sportsman with you, too. Come on in, fellas. Oh, Jack, there's something I want to talk to you about. Well, if it's about Phil, he ain't yet been here no time today. Double talk. What do you want, Don? Oh, Jack, you're going to love this. Now, you're just going to love it. The quartet wants to do a commercial to that song you wrote, so if you just give us a copy, the boys will show you what they have in mind. Oh, that's wonderful, Don. But this is a fine time for it to happen. Why? I lost my song. I can't find it anywhere, so you'll only copy I've got. Dennis, are you looking for my song? It is a shame. Oh, it certainly is, Jack. But if you haven't got the music, the boys will just have to do something else. I guess so. What else have they got? Well, here's one I think you might like. Sing it, boys. Fine bunny breath. Jack Benny wrote a song. So it seems. What's the name of it? You say I beg your pardon, then I'll back to you. When you ask me to forgive you, I'll return. Like the swallows at Serrano, to Capistrano, for you. I'm not sure I heard correctly. Was that like the swallows at Serrano, return to Capistrano? That's what he wrote. That's what the man wrote. He wrote that. If you are sorry, then I will understand. Robin, you're joking. I saw more nauseated in my life. Now, just let me finish this. So my darling and sweetheart, then I'll come back to you. Sing out of the hole. And I say about it. Well, you still don't have to use that kind of language. You can say it's the most awful thing you ever heard. Well, darling, this is not the most awful thing I ever heard. This is the lousiest thing I ever heard. It's darling. Well, imagine so, my darling, though we've parted. Come back to whence we started. I wish he'd bring our lawn mower back from whence he got it. The lawn mower, the ping-pong table, the garden hose, the vacuum cleaner. And the queen of spades. Well, so that's where it went. Benita, why in the name of Eli Culbertson would Benny borrow just one card? Well, he was missing from his deck, and he explained how. You see, he was doing a card trick. Dennis Day picked the queen of spades. Mr. Benny told him to put it where he couldn't see it. So Dennis ate it. Perfection for that lad. I understand he drives Benny crazy. One thing is rather pleasing about Jack. Oh, what's that? With all the things he's taken from us through the years, not once has he tried to borrow any money. Oh, darling, money is the one thing he doesn't use. Who is his money? He gets it, counts it, caresses it, and buries it. Sometimes that Benny gets me so mad that. I beg your pardon, sir. Yes, what is it, Sherwood? If I'm not intruding, I'd like to say something about Mr. Benny's borrowing. The floor is yours. With this subject, the maw, the merry-up. Well, do you remember in September when he gave that big party at his house and came over and borrowed me? Oh, yes, Sherwood. You never did tell us about that party. What happened? Well, it was a rather interesting experience, especially serving dinner to Dennis Day. For dessert, he insisted on pie-olumne mode. Imagine pie-olumne mode. Well, that's not too odd, Sherwood. Here in America, lots of people have ice cream on their pie. On chicken pot pie? Strangely enough, that was all he ate. Well, he probably wasn't hungry after eating the Queen of Spades. Did you beg your pardon, sir? No, it's nothing, Sherwood. What else happened at the party? Well, as the evening wore on, they played charades and 20 questions. And then about midnight, they all formed a circle around Phil Harris. Oh, what sort of game was that? No game. They were just trying to determine whether or not he was dead. Feeding me any further, sir? No, thank you, Sherwood. You may go. Thank you. What are you doing beneath, eh? I'm just looking at the theatrical section. They've got some good pictures showing. Would you like to go? Oh, no, no, no. I don't feel like going out and no. OK. One of the neighborhoods here is showing a revival of one of your pictures. Where? Where? Where? Where? Where? On the corner has a double feature. All right, then let's go. Well, good. And Ronnie, since we've been passing Jack's house, let's return his song to him. Oh, yes, yes. I'll get the car out. But no, let's walk to the theater. The fresh air will do us good. Yes, and it won't hurt you to song any music. Come on. Come on, I'll wait to see it. I won't take no for an answer. Now, you must come in and visit. After all, I haven't seen you for so long. So long. Most of these fires start because someone was careless. Put out all matches and cigarettes before discarding them. Don't smoke in bed.