He said, "Homer, this character says I should o' brung along my invite. But I don't remember you givin' me one. You just ast me to come."
"That is true," I returned, "and you are most welcome. You may go, Johnson." I gave the butler a cold look and he stalked away.
I then introduced Bag Ears to my new bride. "This is Joy. I am certainly a lucky man, Bag Ears. Isn't she the most beautiful thing you ever saw?"
Bag Ears was of course impressed. "Golly, what gams!" he breathed. His eyes traveled upward and he said, "Golly, what—what things and stuff." He came finally to her face. "Baby, you got it!"
Joy was rocked back on her heels. Caught unawares by the open admiration in his eyes, she whispered, "Oh, my ancient step-ins!"
But she rallied like a thoroughbred and gave Bag Ears a dazzling smile. "I'm delighted, Mr. Mulligan. Homer's friends are my friends—I think—and I'm sure everything will turn out all right."
Bag Ears said, "Lady—leave us not be formal. Just call me Bag Ears."
"Of course—Bag Ears—leave us be chummy."
He now turned his remarks to me and evinced even more intense admiration for my bride. "She reminds me of a fast lightweight—the most beautiful sight in the world."