- Roger Addison: [Buzz and Zelma - 2 of the beachcombers, who've been living on Addison's beach property, have dropped by - to ask if it'd be alright if they put up some lean-to's] That happens to be a very exclusive piece of property. No one is going to buy it if they find it overrun by a group of waterlogged adolescents
- Zelma Beasley: [Hearing this, Zelma turns to Buzz] There it is, again; rejection, rejection, rejection.
- Buzz Dixon: [Hearing this kerfuffle, Ed pushes open his stable's window] Cast out by a world we didn't make.
- Buzz Dixon: [Zelma's just finished reciting her poem] Do you dig it, pops?
- Roger Addison: I'd rather bury it.
- Zelma Beasley: [Roger's just walked away, after telling Zelma and Buzz they'll have to vacate his beach property, by later in the day] DO you think you could talk Mr. Addison in to letting us stay a few more days?
- Kay Addison: [Kay puts her 'motherly' hand o Zelma's shoulder] Oh, I'll try. I've talked him into letting me stay for 20 years!
- Wilbur Post: [Ed's in his stable, wearing a beach hat, and sunglasses. He's got an easel, with a canvas on it, which he's painting - the paintbrush is his mouth, and Wilbur walks in] Ed, what's going on here?
- Mister Ed: Just call me 'Ed, the beachcomber'.
- Wilbur Post: [Ed, 'the beachcomber' is explaining to WIlbur his current 'dilema'] What started all this? Those kids that were here, yesterday?
- Mister Ed: Yep, we're 'birds of a feather';
- [Ed recites Zelma's poem, keeping beat himself, tapping his hoof on the floor, in time]
- Mister Ed: 'Rejected. Neglected. BEfuddled, Bemuddled'.
- Wilbur Post: What do you know? A 'beatnick horse'!
- Wilbur Post: What got you satrted on this painting 'kick', anyway?
- Mister Ed: It's therapy. To relieve my depression.
- Mister Ed: Poem; 'Ode to Life;' Life is a feedbag, w/out any oats. A stable as empty and bare.I search for the hay, in an empty corral - but how can I find what's not there?'
- Wilbur Post: [Wilbur chuckles] 'Henry Horseworth Longfellow'
- Wilbur Post: Ed, I can tell by your attitude you're in no mood for a ride.So, I'll come back when you're feeling better.
- Mister Ed: That's right - reject me.
- Wilbur Post: I am not rejecting you!
- Mister Ed: Uh, holler, but, like, don't hit!
- Mister Ed: I don't have to stay where I'm not wanted. I belong with the outcasts. Where's my hat?
- [Ed grabs his hat, and leaves the stable - heading to the beach]
- Photographer: [Roger's come to the beach t evcit the kids, but, whe he gets there, not ony is he being hailed as a 'hero', but, a reporter's there - intervieing him about his beneficence' towards trhe kids] Now, Mr. Addison; Have you always been interested in youth work?
- Roger Addison: Youth... oh-h-h-, yes, I have! Yes, indeed! The welfare of our teenagers has always been a very deep concern of mine. That is why I have dedictaed myself to making them feel wanted, needed... appreciated!
- [Wilbur walks over, and is listening in]
- Roger Addison: It is my firm conviction that our youth needs love, and understanding. These boys and girls have been neglected much too long. Rejected, much too long. Befuddled much too long.
- Wilbur Post: [Wilbur's looking for Ed on the beach,and finds him, sprawled on the sand with his hat and sunglasses on, under an umbrella] Ed, what are youing out here? I don't like you running away from home. Why did you do it?
- Mister Ed: I'm extinct, Wilbur, Useless.
- Wilbur Post: Ed; remember this - anyone who is loved is never useless.
- Mister Ed: We-e-ll, then you really love me, huh!
- Wilbur Post: Well, of course I... Ed; you're like my own kid.
- Mister Ed: [Chuckles] Then take me home, 'daddy'
- [grunts, and tands up]
- Mister Ed: You want to hear a little poem I just made up?
- Wilbur Post: Ok
- Mister Ed: [Clears his throat] Life is a feedbag, overflowing with oats - a bag that should never be shut. And a horse that would leave a sweet guy like you, must be some kind of a nut
- [Ed laughs]
- Mister Ed: You like it?
- Buzz Dixon: Would you want, to like, hear a poem Zelma wrote?
- Roger Addison: I think I can, like, resist the temptation.
- Kay Addison: Uh, we'd like to hear it, sweetie.
- [Roger tries to bow out, but, Kay grabs him by his elbow]
- Zelma Beasley: I call it; 'rejected
- [Buzz starts to pound his fist into his open palm - pounding out the beat, as he looks off into space. Zelma, is also looking off into space, and she uses her hands to sdd 'frsma' to her words]
- Zelma Beasley: neglected, befuddled, bemuddled
- [elma strokes her forhead, and hair]
- Buzz Dixon: Oh, it's a gasser
- Zelma Beasley: A nothing. A 'zero'. A hole in the cheese. The scene can't be made when you're in the deep-freeze.
- [Zelma clutches herself, as Buzz continues to keep the beat]
- Zelma Beasley: Rejected, neglected, befuddled, bemuddled. The moment is wild
- [Zelma's getting in to her spoken words, and her voice rises in urgency]
- Zelma Beasley: We're blown off our course. That's why our youth - feels extinct like the horse!
- [Ed's ears prick up, and he truns his attention, fully towards Zelma]