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Yes, ma'am.
He asked me to be the mother of his nestling.
I love that little woman.
Why'd you do that?
Oh, no.
And no coffee break this morning.
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.
Well, I grabbed my wife's
Mr. Clover, don't leave the professor alone with her.
Well, Granny says I am.
How you feeling, Professor?
Well, I'm terribly sorry, but what can I do?
Oh, that, yes.
No, sir.
No.
Just had the wind knocked out of him.
Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.
Yeah.
You're a bird lover.
You rang, Chief?
Come on, Jethro!
She turned me down.
Congratulations are in order.
Fine.
You can hire a $5 preacher.
I promise to watch the egg devotedly.
Hold on.
What, Master Huey?
You gonna swallow a story like that?
I've got to talk to you.
You don't have any.
No, I don't, so get back to your chores.
In sickness and in health?
All of a sudden, I want to fly like an eagle.
I didn't get many.
Oh, it's all right, Jed.
All right, kid.
I can't do it.
I'm leaving town.
I'll go up and get him.
Excuse me, I thought I heard a wedding.