Now Beaver, I must say that the whole notion of there being life on another planet in our solar system is a lot of hogwash.

Gee, Dad. Whitey told me that his dad said there might be guys living on Mars right now! I kid you not!

JUNE WALKS IN ON THE TAIL END OF THEIR CONVERSATION

(to Ward)

Ward, don't you think there could be life out there somewhere? Perhaps, like the Beaver said, on Mars?

Really, June? I am trying my best to let the Beaver know that the odds of life existing anywhere but right here on the good old earth are, like, probably a million to one.

Then kind of like that third race at Aqueduct last week? That horse named, "Mahatma"?

WARD JUST TURNS AND STARES AT JUNE

June, Mahatma's horse racing capabilities notwithstanding, I do believe that there is no life on Mars. Or on Venus or Pluto or the moon or on all those other spheres. The odds are just too much against it, I tell you.

Oh Ward, how could you?! Betting Beaver's college savings on those old horses!

(beat)

Does the Beaver know you blew his college money last week?

WARD KNOWS HE HAS BEEN CAUGHT.

But dear, if only that idiot jockey had drawn Gunpowder to the rail on the back stretch, not only would Beaver still have his college money, but you would be the proud owner of yet another late model Chrysler product.

Did I hear the word, "Imperial"? Oh baby, I can see that juke-box styled push-button drive right now. Oh yeah!

Hey, I said "if only" about the jockey. Beaver lost his money! He didn't win!

Beaver? YOU lost it!

BEAVER HAS FALLEN ASLEEP DURING THE ARGUMENT.

(trying to reset the mood, looking at his young son)

Just look at him, June. Isn't he a fine boy?

YOU lost it, Ward Cleaver! I will not be over this until you use Wally's college money - on a good tip this time - to win back the Beaver's college dough. And ... to make a substantial downpayment on the Imperial.