Eddie White, Himself: I was sitting in a lobby of a hotel when a Hebrew salesman walked in...

Eddie White, Himself: I have another brand new little song entitled, "When A Woman Gets Too Fat To Walk Into A Telephone Booth, There's No Use Talkin'".

Eddie White, Himself: [singing] Call up a gal, Susie or Sal, get and get under the Moon. Show her you're alive, go for a drive, take here were the nightbirds croon. Out in the dark, any old park, get and get under the Moon.

Eddie White, Himself: [singing] One, two, talk about sex appeal. Three, four, take one hand off the wheel. Five, six, and you'll stop countin' soon. I mean it, you can park your car, right where you are. Then if she don't wanna spoon, just tell her this, I'm sorry Miss, get out and get under the Moon.

Eddie White, Himself: Folks, I wanna tell you a story about two arabians talkin' on a telephone, Ginsburg and Cohn...

Eddie White, Himself: [singing] Say old pal, by the way old pal, I hear you're going South. Try to see my Mammy for me, she lives way down in Tennessee...