I think they're in a little studio next door.

Yes, he's in there rehearsing a scene for his new picture, and he's got Rochester reading Joan Bennett's part.

What is it, Mrs. Newton?

Next Sunday we are all going on a picnic at the old Indian Cave.

What is it, Mary?

I had an uncle that was on a diet of nothing but soup, and he lost 23 pounds in one week.

Gee, thanks.

But I shouldn't even talk to you, Tom Sawyer.

You promised to take me to the medicine show last night, and you didn't do it.

I can fight my own battles.

Well, you fellas ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Jack knows more about horses than both of you put together.

Mrs. Clunkinbush, what was in that glass of water?

Well, I only put in a chapter of Saturday, and then I walked the chapter of Saturday.

And then a chapter of Saturday.

Mm, an encore on my money.

[laughs] Yes, Mom, it's me.

I want to wish you a happy Mother's Day.

Did you get the package I sent you? You did? Isn't that wonderful? Congratulations.

Hmm.

I'll take it.

Hello? Oh, hello, darling.

What's this? In a little while, honey.

Take it away, Park Avenue.

Hello? Who? No, she can't talk to you, and don't be calling up here anymore.

Goodbye, yourself.

Who was that, stepmother? That was your boyfriend, Prince Charming.

A prince, yes.

Now, listen, Snow.

I don't want you to go out with him anymore.

And two days later, we find her lost in a dense forest somewhere in Long Island.

No.

Then keep still.

A lapper.

That's good.

So I salute you, Happy Easter, with one hip-hip and two hurrahs, until you come next year to greet us.

I say farewell.

The end.

Applause.

Read it, will you?

Okay.

To the boys in the orchestra, if the musical arrangement calls for the trombone section to be muted, please hold a derby in front of the horn instead of stuffing your socks into it.

Oh so true.

[upbeat music] Uh-huh.

Oh.

Jack's always that way.

The other night he called me from a Chinese restaurant on Vine Street and told me he was in Shanghai.

Anyway, Jack, you certainly fooled me.

He fooled everybody.

You know, Don, I saw the sneak preview of Charley's Aunt, and Jack was the cutest woman you ever saw in your life.

With those curls and long eyelashes, gee, he was a doll.

If that's the way you feel, I'll put it away.

Oh, Jack, I didn't mean it like that.

Gee, you certainly are getting cranky lately.

Come over here to say hello, and every time I open my mouth, you get sore.

What's the matter with you, anyway?

Oh, you dropped the gun.

Well, I couldn't help it.

I was standing there covering him just like you told me.

See, you don't, you don't give me credit for anything, do you?

Oh, Jack, why don't you come down to Earth? You're a comedian.

You made your name in comedy, and you ought to stick to it.

This other stuff isn't for you.

Oh, you dropped the gun.

Well, I couldn't help it.

I was standing there covering him just like you told me, and all of a sudden Morgan yelled, "Look out behind you." And when I turned around, there was nobody there.

Hey, Rosie, will you ever forget the time you got fired from the delicatessen for giving me extra pickles?

Oh.

[laughs]

It doesn't say here [laughing] Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye.

[door closing] [applause]

[laughs]

Tom.

Tom Sawyer.

Get up, you lazy boy.

Time for breakfast.

Hurry up now.

All right, Aunt Polly.

[laughs]