Kelly tried to drag me out of the 1940s, so I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

...anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as a walking-bird! We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes and yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball!