♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ What happened to those acts? Anybody want to buy a used boat? Or a casino on a lake? Or some old brown shoes that I don't use anymore? Everybody stand up. Let me see how many pair of tan shoes in the audience. Good morning, folk. There must be a way to get out of here. Damn, we've been here almost four weeks. This is murder. It's like Calendar Hall. Salud. Ah. That's tea and honey. It's very good for the trope. T-R-O-A-T. Trope. Yes, we've been here for... This is our fourth week, ladies and gentlemen. I must say that we've had a mildest time here. So they tell me. I don't know. Let's see. What are we going to talk about tonight? Nothing. We're not going to discuss anything. I don't feel like talking. How about that attitude? I suppose that you've heard that... Or read that I turned 50 years old a few weeks ago. Well, I'm here to tell you that it's a dirty lie. It's a dirty communist lie. Direct from Hanoi. Think with the whiskers. My body may be 50, but I'm 28. Please don't do that. It makes dust, and I'm allergic to the dust. A-L-E-R-G-E-E-G-E-I-C. Allergic. I, uh... I turned 50. I'm a Sagittarian, you see. I turned 50 December 12th, 1915 I was born. And, uh... It's not too bad, I must say. Now that I've been trying it on for size for a month, it's pretty good. A little few changes in the whole physiognomy, you know what I mean. Not what you think, buddy. Don't get ahead of me. Not yet, pal. No, I mean my surgical corset slips once in a while, you know. And I have an uncontrollable urge for chicken soup. Couldn't figure this out the other day. This afternoon I had a glass of tea instead of a cup with the sugar here. I find I say, oy, more often than I used to. You know with the bursitis in the shoulder and you bump your knuckles. Ooh, oy, oy, oy. I think I'm turning into a Jewish mother. Oh, I got to get out of here somewhere.