Mrs. Smith-Standish speaking.

Excuse me, Mrs. Smith-Stanley.

Mrs. Drysdale, your husband's here.

Here we are, Mrs. Drysdale.

Isn't this exciting, Mrs. Drysdale?

Oh, you're doing beautifully, Mrs. Drysdale.

Mrs. Drydale, did you hear that?

Oh, dear, I forgot that Pearl has my car.

Mrs. Godine, Jethro shouldn't be wearing this tutu.

Now that's something we must see, Mrs. Drysdale.

Mrs. Drysdale, you really must get a grip on yourself.

Oh, Mrs. Drysdale, have you seen this priceless antique lap organ?

But surely any supermarket would... Mrs. Drysdale, this is a priceless experience.

Up to now, Mrs. Drysdale's treated us like wet dogs at a wedding.

Here, Mrs. Drysdale, you can hold that little fella so he won't bother me when I drive.

Well, Mrs. Smith-Stanley said they might be wanting to take our picture for the high society page in the newspaper.

Mrs. Smith-Stanley, it gives me great pleasure to present my blood cousin, that international millionaire and high society sportsman, Mr. J.D.

Now, if Mrs. Miss Standish verifies that the clampets are indeed first family material, then you too will be in the spotlight.