Four Little Words

Actresses storm his office

They range from a fading First Lady of the Theatre to a forlorn little person who speaks a strange language

They give their own interpretations of the four little words, "Your taxicab is waiting," leaving Mr Fidgit on the verge of hysteria

Then, in march the Bapps Oriole, child prodigy who plays sixteenth century airs on tin cans, carves in soap and does imitations of whales; Verna, her adoring mother; and Gladwyn, her suffering father

In a wonderfully hilarious scene, Mr. Fidgit disposes of all these loonies and marches out with the forlorn actress who speaks a very odd language