Uncle Milby's more the real me.

Warm, generous, fun-loving.

Save your pennies in a pig or save them in a cup, but bring them to the commerce bank or I will eat you up!

Kids love rhymes.

Oh, but gee, that's terrible!

Well, maybe I can think of something better.

No, I mean the whole idea is thoroughly reprehensible.

What are you talking about?

I'm entitled to get something for my money.

What money?

You got this animal by foreclosing on a stranded circus.

Well, what's the difference?

The kids would have loved him.

One week we could have painted nursery rhymes on him, like...

Pushy Cat, Pushy Cat, where have you went?

To the Commerce Bank for five percent.

Your telephone's ringing.

Oh, keep thinking of some others.

Maybe the zoo director will change his mind.

Don't you worry, little hippo.