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from the tonic I use on my head, huh?

Talk about my wife... I don't

wanna talk about your wife.

Now my wife isn't good

enough to be talked about!

Just come out and say it. I know what you're

thinking. My wife is a miserable old hag.

Just the thought of kissing my wife

makes a person sick and disgusted.

I wouldn't say that. I think

kissing your wife's a pleasure.

You're the guy, huh? Mister,

please, I don't mean any harm.

Please, leave me alone. I'm only

trying to be a good salesman.

And a good salesman should never take

no for an answer. What do you say?

No! Good. That's all I wanted to know.

It's nice doing business

with a man like you.

Good-bye.

Ma? Ma?

It worked!

It worked, Ma!

Benny? Ma, I did everything

I was supposed to.

I looked him in the eye, confidentially,

and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Boy, did I sell him

a lot of stuff.

That's fine, Benny. How much

did it come to all together?

What? How much money did you get?

Money?

Hey?

Hey, you!

Hey, you,

come back here!

How do you like that?

A crook.

Ah, keep your shirt on!

Martha? Martha!

I didn't know it was you. You

don't have to take your shirt...

It was somebody else,

'cause when I was...

No.

Yes!

My last lesson.

And something else too.

Oh, gosh! I'm so proud of you, Benny.

Are ya? Mm-hmm. Nobody

thought you'd ever graduate.

That is, nobody but me.

I was sure you'd make it.

Today I am a salesman. Yoo-hoo?

Martha,

any mail for me?

No, Mrs. Miller. Come on. Let's graduate!

Oh, Mom!

Look!

Come on in.

You're just in time.

Ohh!

Give it to me.

I almost didn't graduate.

You better let me. You're too

nervous. It's the excitement.

Students and dear

friends and family...

who have congregated for this

joyful occasion, be seated, please.

Here, Martha, take this

chair. Oh, all right.

I'm not going to take up your time

with any long-winded congratulations.

By this time, you're probably sick

and tired of the sound of my voice.

Have you the registered container

that arrived with this record?

Martha's got it. Please

take out the diploma.

Now, student,

stand up,

and the closest of kin

will make the presentation.

The Record Correspondence School

takes pride in conferring upon you...

this diploma

of graduation...

and with it the degree of

B.S., bachelor of salesmanship!

Congratulations!

Congratulations, son.

Hail, Alma mater That's

my "Alma mama" song.

Ever be thy glory

Famed in song and story

Record Correspondence School

Deep our devotion

Over land and ocean

Proudly you will rule

Record Correspondence School

Are we happy? Well, I guess.

We're all students of R.C.S.

Yes, yes, yes.

R.C.S.

Record Correspondence School

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