You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

Not for a couple of hours.

While he is working the preservation of a condor...

He couched his proposal in the language of the ornithologist.

Of course.

Perhaps you could get the professor a peacock for a cup of coffee.

He just fell out of the tree.

He's under the influence of Granny's tonic.

To that unborn king of the sky.

Of course not.

Nature of champagne.

Just had the wind knocked out of him.

I never realized the pains of expectant fatherhood.

This is an errand of the utmost urgency.

Think of your responsibilities!

Whether or not I accept his proposal, I must ask you to show the respect due to the commander-in-chief of Biddle's Bird Watchers, of which I have the honor to be flockmaster of the Beverly Hills Nest.

Now get, both of you.

Oh, he's kind of lounging.