[muttering] you take-- - unhand me, you numbskull! - if i were you, captain binghamton, i'd start apologizing to the general, right now! - what general?! this is ensign... uh, general, i... ohh. let me, uh... let me help you with your things. drafty in here. your crop, sir. there you are. there you are, general. there you are. [stuttering] cheers. >> gruber: yes, friends, first came miami beach, then came beverly hills, and now it's chief urulu's paradise west. think of it -- only $50 down for a choice lot, complete with this beautiful ranch-style, split-level hut. >> tinker: and dig that construction -- genuine thatch and mud. >> christy: yeah, what a buy. if i had a family, i'd move them in tomorrow. >> tinker: i don't blame you. it's all in such good taste. gee. >> gruber: there you are -- unsolicited testimonials. and like it says here in the circular, "no smog. no tidal waves. no volcanoes." right, chief? >> oh, you say big mouthful, partner. we make high-class neighborhood. plenty school, supermarket, beer joint. >> gruber: huh?