The Colmans made their debut on the December 9, 1945 broadcast, where
the “I Can’t Stand Jack Benny Because…” Contest is well underway. Even
Rochester is helping out Jack by reading some of the entries (“You know,
boss—two more letters and I’ll be convinced that I’m workin’ for the wrong
man.”); but this one in particular made me laugh-out-loud:
LARRY: Oh, Mr. Benny—here’s a letter from Senator Claghorn…
JACK (puzzled): Senator Claghorn?
PHIL: Yeah, he’s on Fred Allen’s program…
JACK: Oh…what does the Senator say, Larry?
LARRY: He says…”I can’t stand—I say, I can’t stand—Jack Benny because he’s so corny when he sits down to dinner he butters his ears…”
JACK: Hmm…
LARRY: “…his ears, that is…”
JACK: What?
PHIL: That’s a joke, son!
JACK: Now wait a minute! For heaven’s sake…
MARY: You’re lettin’ ‘em get past you tonight!
JACK: Now cut that out! I don’t care anything about him…about him, that is…
JACK (puzzled): Senator Claghorn?
PHIL: Yeah, he’s on Fred Allen’s program…
JACK: Oh…what does the Senator say, Larry?
LARRY: He says…”I can’t stand—I say, I can’t stand—Jack Benny because he’s so corny when he sits down to dinner he butters his ears…”
JACK: Hmm…
LARRY: “…his ears, that is…”
JACK: What?
PHIL: That’s a joke, son!
JACK: Now wait a minute! For heaven’s sake…
MARY: You’re lettin’ ‘em get past you tonight!
JACK: Now cut that out! I don’t care anything about him…about him, that is…
Jack has found an invitation on his back porch from Ronnie and Benita
inviting him to dinner that evening, something that is met with a good deal of
skepticism from his cast:
MARY: You invited to the Colmans?
JACK: Yes, what’s so strange about that? We’ve been neighbors for about twelve years…of course, for a while, my…success in pictures sort of…came between us…you see, uh. Colman wanted the lead in The Horn Blows at Midnight but they…they gave it to me…you see, at his age, they…uh…didn’t want him to stay up that late…(Mary breaks out into giggles) What are you giggling about?
MARY: I saw the picture and you should have gone to bed earlier, too…
JACK: Yes, what’s so strange about that? We’ve been neighbors for about twelve years…of course, for a while, my…success in pictures sort of…came between us…you see, uh. Colman wanted the lead in The Horn Blows at Midnight but they…they gave it to me…you see, at his age, they…uh…didn’t want him to stay up that late…(Mary breaks out into giggles) What are you giggling about?
MARY: I saw the picture and you should have gone to bed earlier, too…
And over at the Colmans:
BENITA: Say, darling—shouldn’t you be dressed? You know, we’re having a
guest for dinner…
RONNIE: A guest? Tonight? Who?
BENITA: You remember, Jack…Jack Wellington, from London…
RONNIE: Oh yes…yes, I forgot…good old Wellington…then you did mail him the note I wrote…
BENITA: No—I couldn’t find the note anywhere…I think it must have blown out the window…well, I phoned him instead—he should be here any minute…
RONNIE: Splendid, splendid…
BENITA: Well, aren’t you going to dress?
RONNIE: Oh, no…no…not for Wellington…no, this turtleneck sweater is all right—he likes informality…
BENITA: Oh well, I won’t bother either…I say, could you come and help me choose the wine for dinner?
RONNIE: Yes, in a moment, dear…as soon as I finish this letter…now let me see…”I can’t stand Jack Benny because…”
RONNIE: A guest? Tonight? Who?
BENITA: You remember, Jack…Jack Wellington, from London…
RONNIE: Oh yes…yes, I forgot…good old Wellington…then you did mail him the note I wrote…
BENITA: No—I couldn’t find the note anywhere…I think it must have blown out the window…well, I phoned him instead—he should be here any minute…
RONNIE: Splendid, splendid…
BENITA: Well, aren’t you going to dress?
RONNIE: Oh, no…no…not for Wellington…no, this turtleneck sweater is all right—he likes informality…
BENITA: Oh well, I won’t bother either…I say, could you come and help me choose the wine for dinner?
RONNIE: Yes, in a moment, dear…as soon as I finish this letter…now let me see…”I can’t stand Jack Benny because…”
Jack shows up at the Colmans for dinner bedecked in top hat, tie and
tails—and naturally, the genteel British couple are too polite to explain to
him that it’s all been a terrible mistake. The hilarity results from the clash
between the sophisticated Colmans and vulgarian Benny, who remarks after
breaking a 150-year-old wine glass in a toast: “Good thing I didn’t break
anything that was new.”
Two weeks later (December 23, 1945), Jack returns the hospitality
extended to him by inviting both the Colmans and their friend Wellington (Eric
Snowden) over to his house for a Christmas dinner. Although Jack has hired a
real English butler for the evening (played to hilarious incoherence by Mel
Blanc), Rochester will still be handling most of the dinner arrangements:
JACK: Don’t forget—for dessert, we’re having a flaming plum
pudding…
ROCHESTER: How do you fix it, boss?
JACK: Well, you take the plum pudding and put it in a bowl…
ROCHESTER: Uh-huh…
JACK: …then you take a pint of brandy…good brandy, you know—real old brandy…and you pour it over the pudding…
ROCHESTER: Continue, boss—you fascinate me!
JACK: Then you take a match and set fire to the brandy…
ROCHESTER: You what?
JACK: You take a match and set fire to the brandy…
ROCHESTER: Boss…I doubt if I’ll have the heart…
ROCHESTER: How do you fix it, boss?
JACK: Well, you take the plum pudding and put it in a bowl…
ROCHESTER: Uh-huh…
JACK: …then you take a pint of brandy…good brandy, you know—real old brandy…and you pour it over the pudding…
ROCHESTER: Continue, boss—you fascinate me!
JACK: Then you take a match and set fire to the brandy…
ROCHESTER: You what?
JACK: You take a match and set fire to the brandy…
ROCHESTER: Boss…I doubt if I’ll have the heart…
Jack also passes on instructions to his “gang,” who will be dining
with his invited guests as well:
JACK: Mr. and Mrs. Colman will be here for dinner soon, and I also
invited their friend, Jack Wellington…so please be on your best
behavior—especially you, Phil…
PHIL: Me?
JACK: Yes, you—just for tonight, don’t bring your jug to the table…please…
PHIL: Now wait a minute, Jackson—have you ever tried eating that meat straight?
JACK: I know it’s awful, Phil, but do it just as a favor for me…and another thing, Phil—when you take the jacket off the baked potato, you’re not supposed to go (wolf whistle)…it’s only a potato! And Don…
DON: Yes, Jack?
JACK: Don, when Rochester offers you a third helping…try to refuse, will ya? Or at least say “Well…” before you dive in…and Mary…
MARY: Oh, Jack—don’t try to tell me anything about eating…
PHIL: You better listen to him, Livvy—he was eatin’ thirty years before you were born…
PHIL: Me?
JACK: Yes, you—just for tonight, don’t bring your jug to the table…please…
PHIL: Now wait a minute, Jackson—have you ever tried eating that meat straight?
JACK: I know it’s awful, Phil, but do it just as a favor for me…and another thing, Phil—when you take the jacket off the baked potato, you’re not supposed to go (wolf whistle)…it’s only a potato! And Don…
DON: Yes, Jack?
JACK: Don, when Rochester offers you a third helping…try to refuse, will ya? Or at least say “Well…” before you dive in…and Mary…
MARY: Oh, Jack—don’t try to tell me anything about eating…
PHIL: You better listen to him, Livvy—he was eatin’ thirty years before you were born…
Next door, the Colmans are having difficulty mustering up the proper
enthusiasm to attend Benny’s soiree:
BENITA: Hey, darling…it’s almost eight o’clock…it’s time for us to go
over to Mr. Benny’s house—have you forgotten?
RONNIE: Oh no…no…I haven’t forgotten—it’s been on my mind all week…say, uh…perhaps we can phone and make some excuse…
BENITA: But darling, we can’t do that…he’s probably gone to a great deal of trouble preparing dinner…in fact, just this afternoon, his butler asked…oh, what’s his butler’s name again…um…
RONNIE: Manchester?
BENITA: Yes! Manchester! Well, he came to the back door and wanted to borrow some sugar…so I gave him a saucerful…
RONNIE: You gave him a saucerful?
BENITA: Yes—they already have all our cups…
RONNIE: Yes…yes, I wondered why Sherwood served my afternoon tea in a Dixie cup…
RONNIE: Oh no…no…I haven’t forgotten—it’s been on my mind all week…say, uh…perhaps we can phone and make some excuse…
BENITA: But darling, we can’t do that…he’s probably gone to a great deal of trouble preparing dinner…in fact, just this afternoon, his butler asked…oh, what’s his butler’s name again…um…
RONNIE: Manchester?
BENITA: Yes! Manchester! Well, he came to the back door and wanted to borrow some sugar…so I gave him a saucerful…
RONNIE: You gave him a saucerful?
BENITA: Yes—they already have all our cups…
RONNIE: Yes…yes, I wondered why Sherwood served my afternoon tea in a Dixie cup…
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