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- You want anything else, honey?

- The only thing I could think of would be the sports section.

- I'm reading the sports section.

- I know. - Here, honey.

Why don't you read this until he's through?

- I don't want your section. I want my section.

- Is this going to keep up? Or will I have to leave?

- Morning.

- Coffee? - Yes.

In fact, I think coffee's all we'll be having this morning.

- Would anyone here like some more coffee?

- Yeah, I'll have some.

- That's not why I'm here.

Don't look now.

But did you see the couple who just came in?

Guys?

- What about them?

- I caught them trying to sneak out last night.

Will you stop?

- What happened?

- It's about 3:00 in the morning.

I was thirsty, so I came down to the kitchen

for some Perrier with a wedge of lime on crushed ice.

By the way, we're out of Perrier.

Who do I tell?

- Stephanie, forget that. What about the Putnams?

- I saw them coming down the stairs on their tiptoes.

- Well, maybe they were thirsty and were trying to be quiet.

- They were dressed and carrying all of their luggage.

- Well, some people make more out of getting a drink

than others.

- But they were trying to sneak out.

- Well, it just proves what I always say.

- What's that? - People are garbage.

- I can't believe it.

- What, people are dishonest?

- That they even thought they could get away

with something like this.

- And they would have if I could stand to drink tap water.

- Dick, what are we going to do?

- There's nothing we can do.

We'll just have to keep an eye on them.

[ dog barks ]

- Sit. Stay.

Guess what I found?

- Uh, a dog?

- Yeah. He followed me home from the woods.

- Oh, isn't he adorable? - He's precious.

- He's not rabid, is he?

- Oh, poor guy.

[ dog barks ]

- Jeez. Look at him. - Hi.

[ dog barks ]

- I don't think he likes you.

- Yeah, well, just then keep him away from you. Okay?

- What kind is he? - I don't know.

He's probably just a mutt.

- Are you going to keep him?

- Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

Besides, he probably belongs to somebody.

- Didn't he have a tag?

- No, nothing. It's a shame, too.

His owner must be worried sick.

- Maybe he was abandoned.

- What kind of person would do a thing like that?

- Garbage.

- George, maybe you should put an ad in the lost and found.

- Yeah, I think I will. He's kind of cute, isn't he?

- Yeah. - You know, I had a dog once.

- Really? - Yeah, he was great.

- Well, I guess everybody had a dog when they were growing up.

- I did. Old Mike.

He was this great big old hound dog.

Oh, he was wonderful.

- Mine was Buster.

He was part setter, part retriever.

- What kind did you have, Dick?

- I--I didn't actually, uh, ha--have a dog.

- Uh, what did you have?

- I had that other incredibly popular pet.

- You had a swan?

- I think he means a cat.

- A cat? - Uh, a big cat.

- A tomcat? - No.

Ac--actually he was an angora.

- A what? - An angora.

- An angora? - A big angora.

- You mean one of those fluffy cats named Snowball?

- He wasn't fluffy, and he wasn't named Snowball.

His name was Butch,

Butch the angora cat.

Plenty of dogs were afraid of that angora.

- I bet. They shed like crazy.

- George, does this dog know any tricks?

- So far, all he's done is shake.

- Really? He shakes hands?

- No, I meant he just shakes.

I think he's nervous.

Maybe I'd better take him out.

- What a great looking dog. Is he yours?

- No. I just found him. I hope I can find his owner.

Come on, boy. - He's sweet.

- Yeah.

- So what are you two planning on doing today?

- Oh, we don't know.

We just thought we'd go out for a while.

- Oh, well, have a nice day. - Thanks.

- Okay. It's all clear.

- Oh, hi, Mr. Putnam. Checking out?

- What? No.

Boy, what a lovely place this is.

- Isn't that your suitcase?

- Huh?

By golly, I think it is.

Well, guess I'd better get this back to our lovely room.

- Oh, hi, Mr. Putnam. You checking out?

- Heck no.

Why is everybody so anxious for us to leave?

We're having a great time. See you later.

- I hope so.

Dick, I just caught them throwing their luggage

off the balcony.

I can't believe people would do this.

- Come on, honey. It--it's a challenge.

It's a childish thing in people that says,

hey, maybe I can get away with something.

- Hi. - Hi, George.

I saw your ad in the lost and found.

- Yeah, I think I may have found the owner.

Somebody called a little while ago.

They should be here any minute.

- Really? Doesn't take long to get attached, does it?

- Oh, it sure doesn't.

You should have seen him last night.

He was having a nightmare.

I reached over and patted his head.

You know what he did? He kissed me.

Then he went back to sleep. I'm glad I was there.

- I'll bet he was, too.

- He'll be happier with his real owner.

- He seems pretty happy here. - You know how dogs are.

Uh, cats can't be much different.

[ phone rings ]

- Excuse me. Uh, Stratford Inn.

H--hold on. Uh, Stephanie.

- Well, I'm going to go brush him.

Let me know when the people get here.

- You called me?

- Uh, yeah, uh, the telephone.

- Who is it? - I'm sorry.

Uh--uh, can I tell her who's calling?

Oh, it's, uh, it's Carl.

- Hang up.

- I'm not gonna hang up.

- Then tell him I'm not here.

- I--I already told him you were here.

Um, ho--hold on.

Uh, could you hold on just a second?

- I'm not going to talk to him, Dick.

- Stephanie, you have to. - Why?

- Because you were married to him.

- Only for a couple of days.

- W--would you hold on just one more second?

- You said you want to be more responsible.

You said you wanted to be more of an adult.

- Not now.

- Stephanie, if--if you loved him enough to marry him,

uh, the least you can do is talk to him.

- Okay. I hate this.

I don't want to talk to him.

I'm not good at confrontation. I'll just die.

Hi, Carl.

Fine.

Really?

You're in Vermont?

How nice.

Well--well, of course, I--I'd love to see you.

I didn't expect to see you again in my life.

But long as you're here.

Perfect. Can't wait.

Bye.

He wants to see me.

- Did he say why?

- If I know Carl, he probably wants to find out

why I walked out on him.

- You--you mean you never told him?

- How do you tell your husband you're leaving

without telling him why?

- You wait until he's in the shower.

And you say, Carl, I'm leaving you.

- I--I-- I don't believe this.

- But don't you see what you've done?

By running away from one confrontation,

you've just made this one even worse.

- Well, I can fix that. - How?

- By running away from this one, too.

- I can't believe she's leaving.

- She's not leaving. - She's upstairs packing.

- I don't care what she's doing. She's not leaving.

I'm not gonna tell Carl that she's run out on him again.

- Well, I'm leaving.

- Come here, Stephanie.

- Oh, I'd love to, Dick, but Carl will be here soon.

I've got to run.

- All right. Fine. Go.

But would you mind telling us

what we're supposed to do when he gets here?

- Uh, tell him I'm very sorry, but at the last minute

I suddenly remembered I had to go to Japan.

- He's never going to believe that.

- But that's where I'm going.

I'll send for the rest of my luggage.

- Stephanie, I'm not gonna let you do this.

You owe that man an explanation.

- Maybe so, but if I tell him why I left,

I'm only going to hurt him.

- Stephanie, listen. I'm not your mother.

I'm not gonna say you have to do this

or you have to do that.

I'm talking to you as a friend.

You walk out that door, young lady,

and you're never coming back.

- Well, I'm sorry because you know how much I care

about you people and how much I appreciate

all you've done for me.

But I just can't be here when Carl comes.

And nothing you say can change my mind.

- She left. She's gone.

- You didn't tell me it was going to rain.

- Do--does that make a difference?

- Well, it does to me. It's like a sign.

- A sign?

- Oh, yeah. I mean, look at me.

My coat is suede. My bag is suede.

I think somebody's trying to tell me something.

- Does that mean you're staying?

- What else can I do?

Boy, this is going to be hard.

- Stephanie, uh, I don't mean to wax philosophical.

But I think you'll find many times

with a confrontation the-- the anticipation

far exceeds the actual event.

- When he gets here, I'll probably die.

- Well, that would shoot the hell out of that theory.

- Well, if he's going to be here soon,

I better go start on my hair.

I just know this weather is going to make it frizz.

- Think I'll go up and help her.

- Uh, I saw a car pulling up.

I think it may be the people about the ad.

- Where's the dog?

- Oh, I've got him out on the back porch.

You should see him when he's all brushed.

- How does he look?

- Well, the same, only smoother.

Oh, hi. - Hi.

- I bet you're here about the dog.

- Yeah, I'm, uh, Lou Ward. This is my son, Ted.

- George Utley. Nice to meet you.

The dog's in the kitchen. I'll go get him.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm--I'm Dick Loudon. - I'm Lou Ward.

This is my son Ted.

- Nice to meet you.

I guess you were pretty worried, mm?

- Well, you know how boys are about their dogs.

- Yeah. - Well, here he is.

- Scruffy. Scruffy, hey, boy.

Good boy. Oh, Scruffy.

- I guess that's it.

- Ted. - Yeah, dad?

- That's not your dog.

- It's not?

- No, it isn't. It's not even close.

- You're kidding. - No. I mean, it is a--a dog.

But it's not Scruffy.

See, Scruffy's a pedigree Irish setter.

- But I like him.

- I know, son. But he's not your dog.

We'll still find Scruffy.

We've still got three more ads to answer.

- I don't want Scruffy. I want this dog.

- Look, Ted, Scruffy cost $300.

And we're going to find him. Okay?

Come on, let's go.

Oh, uh, thanks a lot for your time.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

Well, I guess he's mine for another day.

- George, did, uh, have you given any thought

to what you're gonna do, you know, if no one shows up?

- Well, let me think about that.

No, I haven't.

- Well, I--I just want you to know if you--you decide

to keep the dog, you know, it's--it's okay with us.

- Oh, thanks, Dick.

- My phone's out of order.

[ dog barks ]

- Haven't you found an owner for that thing yet?

- No. As a matter of fact, George is thinking

about keeping the dog.

- Well, it's not for sure yet. I'm just thinking about it.

Maybe I'd better take him out back.

- Good.

You know, if, uh, you keep that dog around,

he's gonna ruin your furniture.

- I don't care.

- Oh, hello. I'm looking for Stephanie.

- Oh, may, uh, may I tell her who's here?

- Her husband.

- You're Carl? - Yes.

- How old are you?

- I hope Stephanie told you I was coming.

- Yes, she-- she told us everything,

although not everything.

- Would you tell her I'm here? - Oh, sure.

Uh, Stephanie, Carl's here.

- What a lovely inn. - Oh, thank you.

Uh, rumor has it that, uh, James Madison once stayed here.

- Carl, is that true?

- Uh, Joanna?

- Hi, Carl. - Hello, Stephanie.

- Go on.

- Well, I guess you met Dick and Kirk.

This is Joanna.

- How do you do? - Fine. Nice to meet you.

- Is there a place where we can talk?

- What's wrong with right here?

- Uh, you can use my study.

- Okay. Come on, Carl.

- You believe that?

- He happens to be a very attractive

and distinguished-looking gentleman.

- He's a dinosaur.

- Kirk, be quiet. He can hear you.

- Want to bet?

- I guess you know I'd like an explanation.

- Oh, Carl, it always frizzes in the rain.

- Stephanie, I'm not talking about your hair.

I'm talking about why you left me.

- Oh.

- I really do think I have the right to know why.

- Well, it wasn't anything that happened really.

I mean, I had fun at the wedding,

even at the reception. The cake was great.

- Apparently not great enough.

Stephanie, I suppose I'm being na�ve.

But I assumed that you gave our marriage some thought.

We've known each other for years.

- Well, Carl, this is really hard to say.

But, after all, you did come all the way

to Vermont looking for me.

And you have the right to know the truth.

- Mm-hmm. - The truth is...

- Yes?

- I don't like the way you dress.

- You don't like the way I dress?

- That's it. That's the only reason.

- Stephanie, I can always tell when you're lying.

- You can? - Always.

- Well, Carl, I'm afraid if I tell you the real reason

that it's going to hurt you.

- Please, Stephanie, the truth.

- Oh, all right.

Your house, I don't like your house.

- Stephanie.

- Oh, Carl, can't we just say it was a great two days

and leave it at that?

- Is--is there something about my personality?

Am I humorless? Am I too reserved?

- Of course not. It's nothing like that.

- Am I insensitive? Am I unromantic?

- No. Believe me, you're fine.

- Is it my age?

- No, my age.

I wish I was older.

- What you're trying to tell me is that you wish I were younger.

- That, too.

- Stephanie, I wouldn't be your age again for anything.

- Why not?

- Well, for one thing, if I were, I--

I wouldn't be handling this with such dignity.

- I'm sorry, Carl.

- So am I, Stephanie.

You know, I didn't expect this to be a long-term relationship.

But I didn't expect this either.

Now, I accept that you had your epiphany

before I thought you would.

- You've taught me so much, everything really,

everything but what epiphany means.

- That means a sudden realization.

- Oh, I get it.

- Good.

- I'm so grateful for everything.

You know, I always felt safe with you and protected.

And we did have fun. You took me to places

I never would have gone to otherwise:

Singapore, Madagascar, book stores.

- Are you happy here?

- Well, I'm in a beautiful setting.

I'm surrounded by people who care about me.

I have all kinds of opportunities

I never dreamed I'd have.

I guess, if a person can't be happy,

it's the next best thing.

- My little flower.

- I'll always love you, Carl.

- And I you.

- Well, I just talked to the lady at the paper.

She said if nobody claimed the dog by now,

they probably wouldn't.

- Well, I guess that means he's yours

if you want him, George\.

- Well, I don't know. Kind of scares me.

I've never been responsible for anything before.

- That's not true. You take care of yourself.

You take care of this inn. You take care of us.

- Well, I guess that's true.

Maybe what I'm trying to say is I've never been responsible

for anything that ate off the floor.

- Then you should have a dog.

- I think maybe you're right.

- Congratulations.

- So what are you gonna name him?

- I don't know.

I thought about calling him Biscuit.

He loves those.

Or Slipper-- he really loves those.

Then again, he spends a lot of time at the foot of the bed.

- Foot of the bed is kind of a long name for a dog.

- I always think a dog should have a meaningful name,

something that describes him.

- Well, he found you. Maybe you should call him Lucky.

- He is that. - Mm, Lucky.

Lucky--I like that. Gee, thanks, Dick.

Come on, Lucky, let's go downtown

and get you a nametag and me some slippers.

Oh, hi, Stephanie. Guess what?

I'm going to keep the dog.

- Oh, that's nice.

- Did you say good-bye to Carl?

- Yeah.

- Feeling all right?

- I'm a little sad.

- Well, if you're ever feeling lonely,

you can always come up to my room and get Lucky.

- Lucky is the-- the dog's name.

- Oh.

- Are you sure you're all right?

- Yeah.

I want to thank you two for making me see Carl.

If I hadn't, I think I might have regretted it

for the rest of my life.

- Well, you're welcome.

- Well, if you'll excuse me,

I think I'll go upstairs in case

I decide to cry or something.

- Well, if you're going to watch the front desk,

I think I'll go in the study and, uh, watch a game on TV.

- Sure, go ahead.

[ television noise ]

- Honey, I think the Putnams are checking out.