Basil.

Basil!

Basil?

Mr. Basil!

Uh... Basil?

But Basil...

Basil, please!

But Basil, I...

Basil! Mama, Mama.

Bye, bye, Basil.

Basil! The record!

Basil, look out!

Basil! Over here!

If you asked the third blissful balm she'd bestow

Basil, you astound me!

What is it, Basil?

Help! Uncle Basil, help!

Basil on the case!

It's Basil! Good fellow!

I'm right behind you, Basil.

Basil, with seven year old scorn.

I know you don't, Basil answered.

Zem Joaquin and Basil and me.

We can grow basil, no problem.

That's why I must find Basil.

Mr. Basil, I need your help.

Basil? Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

There's no escape this time, Basil!

Maybe pasta, tomato sauce, and basil.

And we have our own lip balm, and we have a leading brand.

Well, now, I don't know any Basil.

Basil of Baker Street, my good fellow.

Now, steady on there, Basil. No, no.

Goodbye, Basil. I... I'll never forget you.

It was Basil who thought of it first.

I say, Basil, who is this Toby chap?

Basil! Wait! I didn't mean that we ought...

I... I'm trying to find Basil of Baker Street.

By the way, Basil, I just love your disguise.

This is the venue they chose for their fake auditions for an advert for lip balm.

I like to add basil to season my spaghetti sauce.

Now, come with me. We'll find this Basil chap together.

Poor Basil! Oh, he is in for a little surprise.

But, Basil, how could he fit in through such a tiny...

So dream on and drink your beer Your baby's here Basil?