Birnam.

Don Birnam.

Hello, Mr. Birnam.

Yes, Mr. Birnam?

Goodbye, Mr. Birnam.

Yes, Mr. Birnam.

Yeah, Mr. Birnam?

Come here, Birnam.

All right, Mr. Birnam.

I'm sorry, Mr. Birnam.

Don Birnam, he'd whisper.

What kind of Birnam?

Oh, that Don Birnam!

It's me, Mr. Birnam.

You're awfully pretty, Mr. Birnam.

Mr. Birnam, this is the morning.

Good. My name is Don Birnam.

I've been waiting for Mr. Birnam.

The Bottle. A novel by Don Birnam.

Mr. Birnam, all I got is a semiformal.

This Birnam fellow went to Cornell, didn't he?

Mr. Don Birnam, as I live and breathe.

Look who's here from New York, the Birnam brothers.

Mr. Birnam, you ought to go home. It's late.

Nat, was there a gentleman here Hello, Mr. Birnam.

Okay, what do you want, Mr. Don Birnam, Esquire?

This business is a formality. Don Birnam is dead already.

Hello, Mr. Birnam. Happy to have you back with the organization.

The other Don Birnam. There are two of us, you know

Great, big pyramid of books, and a novel by Don Birnam.

Mr. Birnam, why don't you lay off the stuff for a while?

You look awfully sick, Mr. Birnam. Have you got a fever or something?

I know what goes on in this house. I know Mr. Don Birnam.

I don't want you to give your promise... to anybody but Don Birnam.