advertisement Wheezer: Ah, I wish someone would take that ol' little baby away from here. Mary Ann: Why Wheezer, how can you talk so? Wheezer: Ah, before he come I used to get a little attention. Now nobody loves me. Mary Ann: Well, after the angels brought you nobody loved me either. Wheezer: Huh, I don't see how they could. Wheezer: [to his mother] Why don't you dress me, and let that ol' little baby dress himself. All he wears is a bandana.