From Hollywood, it's time now for...

Johnny Dollar.

Ralph, Dean, Johnny, Mono Guarantee.

Oh, hi-you, Ralph. How are I things?

Rough. My wife could kill me, Johnny.

For the insurance?

No, just for kicks, because she's mad, because she wanted a mink coat.

In short, she's a woman.

I couldn't buy her a mink. I don't make that kind of money.

You know how it is in the insurance game. Oh, sure. I know, Ralph. You're down to your last yetch. So what happens yesterday? I her stack. She says if I can't afford one fur coat for her,

then how come I can pay for 80 of them that I haven't even gotten?

How do you reason with a woman, Johnny?

I never try.

Usually I just send flowers.

I've already done that.

She ran them through the garbage disposal.

So now what do I do?

Buy some more flowers.

Music Buy some more flowers. Tonight and every weekday night,

Bob Bailey in the transcribed adventures

of the man with the action-packed expense account,

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator.

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