So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

I was wondering if you were going back to the hills at all for the holidays.

Enough of this.

Of course you ain't.

What kind of party?

I'm sure you know that a jet flight will get you back to the hills for the holidays, even at this late date.

It's hopelessly out of style.

I've already thought of that.

to be made of seersong.

Oh, all kinds of things.

Now, there's one person in Beverly Hills that could stand to show a Christmas spirit more than anybody I know, and I think you all know who it is.

Two pages tore out of a magazine.

Of course, you could wait until midday.

I've got to get out of here.

Why, she can't stand the sight of us.

You ever thought of wearing store-bought teeth?

One humdinger of a look on her face.

But then this ain't my kind of stuff.

Is this the kind of heel you're partial to?

The thought behind that would fit on the head of a pin.