The only thing under B is bellyaches and blueberry muffins.

It's almost time for your day!

Swallowed up as he is, that poor boy is trying to build himself a wheelchair.

Dave is in the hands of a specialist.

Only a weirdo would have a kooky name like Troy Apollo.

You know, I've only got this afternoon, and then that's it.

He said he only had this afternoon and that was it.

Then I reckon it's beholden on all of us to see to it that his last hours are as comfortable as possible.

He didn't like the looks of the house.

I copied it from the last movie magazine that Pearl sent me from back home.

I'll be the judge of that.

Chief, you won't stand in the way of Ellie's happiness.

Of course.

I rather suspected that one day Mr. Cushing would steal your thunder.

I've lived around women long enough to know there's only one way to settle these things.

Of course not.

Plenty of dresses.

It's right off the cover of Cinema Sireens.

The boy has had his share of trouble.

There's plenty of time.