Oh! Bless my soul. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm. Just as I thought. Bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezes.
10 seconds sound clip from the Pinocchio (1939) classic radio play.
You can hear this line at 00:34:08 in the radio play.
Quote context
[...]
- I don't want to be an actor.
- He was?
- Yeah. He locked me in a cage.
- He did?
- Uh-huh. But I learned my lesson. I'm going...
- Oh, my poor, poor boy. You must be a nervous wreck.
- Oh, well. We must diagnose this case. Come Doctor Gideon. Quick, your notebook.
- Now let me feel your pulse, little man.
- Mm, mm-mmm. Now. hold your tongue. Hold your tongue and say, Hippopotamus.
- Uh-huh. Compound transmission of the pandemonium. Even worse.
- Close your eyes. Now, what do you see?
- Nothing.
- Ah-hah! I was afraid of that.
- Now, that heart. Oh! Ooh, my goodness! A palpating syncopation of the killer diller.
- Quick, Doctor, quick, that report!
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