All language subtitles for Womans World

♪ It's a woman's world.

♪ When she's in love,
it's the woman's world...

♪ his kiss can make her glow.

♪ And that's what makes it so.

♪ It's a woman's world.

♪ Stars dance above.
♪ It's a lovely world.

♪ His footsteps at the door...

♪ just proves it more and more.

♪ His hopes, his dream...

♪ and his ambition...

♪ all the ups and downs
♪ she'll gladly share.

♪ She'll give her all without conditions.

♪ When he looks around,
♪ she'll be there.

♪ It's a woman's world.
♪ Ask any man.

♪ It's a woman's world.

♪ And he's so glad it is...

♪ For when it's hers, it's his...

♪ It's a woman's world.

♪ But only because it's his.

For the benefit of those of you who
do not recognize what you are seeing...

This is New York.

Beautiful from the air, isn't it?

Beautiful and exciting.

A city of 8 million men and
women who live and love...

and sometimes fight each other to the
death to get where they want to go...

only to find out when they get there,
is not where they want to be at all.

This is my building,
the Gifford Building.

The Gifford Building houses the executive
and home office staff of Gifford Motors...

manufacturer of the car our
advertising agency describes as...

"luxury on wheels".

It's seems to me that
our advertising campaigns

are designed to appeal
to the snob in everyone.

This is the car I manufacture:
The Gifford.

And here am I.

My name is Gifford.

This is the very newest Gifford.

As you see, it is a convertible.

It has been designed to convert
your bank account into our dividends.

In case you don't know enough to
come in out of the rain, this car does.

At the first drop of moisture,
these plastic panels close automatically.

I do not suggest that
we're hoodwink in the public...

but... this hood actually winks.

It might interest
you to know... this car...

has 666 pounds
of electrical equipment...

connected by 8 miles of wiring.

This little red job has
only 7 and 1/2 mile of wiring.

I shall ignore it.

Yes...

Gifford Motors is quite a company.

The largest and most
successful in its field.

Everywhere in this country
where wealth is centred...

in the centre of that wealth is
a district office of Gifford Motors.

I inherited this highly
profitable beehive from my father.

He would be proud, I'm sure...

to hear me say that I have
increased his fortune five times over.

Yes... it's a healthy, busy company...

except in here.

This is the office of the late and
honestly lamented Phillip S. Briggs.

As General Manager of Gifford Motors...

Mr Brigg's salary was $ 125,000 yearly.
Plus and outrageous expense account.

He was worth every dollar of it.

Nothing on earth could interfere
with his devotion to his work.

Not even his doctor.

So now this chair is empty...

I must fill that chair with
another man of equal ability.

I'm bringing to New York the three
brightest men in our organization...

I've also invited their wives, who
will be observed closely and relentlessly.

They will arrive here today...

and primeval though the thought
may be... May the best man win.

Or should I say...

the best wife win.

Oh! There's a train!

Yeah. Looks about the size of the
one I gave Davey for Christmas.

Yes. Now that you're in New York
you'll get a chance to play with it.

Now listen, Carol.

While you're in New York,
you just be Mrs. Talbot.

You let me handle this my own way.

Alright.

I like being Mrs. Talbot.

I know traffic's picking up.
We must be getting close.

- I can wait till we get to the hotel.
- Yes but your ulcer, can't.

You better take every opportunity
you have to be nice to us.

Five days of social life in New York.
It may talk back to you.

No matter what you think Liz.
This isn't social. It's business.

One of us is going
to get that Briggs job.

That's the reason Gifford
invited us here, believe me.

Have it your own way.

"I hereby nominate
you for the rat race".

Please Liz. Remember
your promise won't you?

If Gifford knew we were separating...

Alright. I'll play the loving wife,
if I can remember the part.

You were pretty good at it
when you first started playing it.

That was when I was your only wife.

Before you decided you
preferred to be married your job.

Is it such a crime to work hard,
to have some ambition?

If it means killing yourself, yes.

Oh! I wish you wouldn't
make so much of it.

So I got one small ulcer.

- It will be over in a month.
- Mm hmm.

Look Liz...

We coming back to New York,
where we met, where we got married.

For five days,
couldn't we just pretend?

Well, we're almost there.

Look! You can see daylight.

I saw daylight years ago.

Good day, sir.

Bill, this is awfully big
for the two of us.

I'll get lost in here.

Couldn't we find
something smaller?

Well, what is this?

Honey, this is on the company.

Hey Katie...

You're in New York?
Aren't you excited.

Well, I feel better up here
than I did down in the street.

You know, everytime I
look up at those tall buildings,

you're afraid they're
going to fall on me.

It's funny you never
came here with me before.

It's funny about being
pregnant all the time.

All the time?

Oh no. I meant the first
few years of our marriage.

Besides, where can I go with

three children screaming
for attention all the time?

Oh honey, you could have
gone anywhere you wanted to.

Well you know I wouldn't leave
them with anyone but Mrs. Bruce,

and we didn't get her until this year.

You know something?

I feel very very wicked being
all alone in a hotel room with you.

If you start feeling that way,
we won't be alone long.

I can understand how a poor lonely girl
could be led astray in a suite like this.

Hmm.

Why are we here?

- Are you kidding?
- No, I'm serious. Why are we here?

You read it in the company
magazine yourself, honey.

I'm one of three
district managers who is...

characterised with
top of sales officially.

Yes I know. But are they
thinking of promoting you?

Well now, what's wrong
is being promoted, hmm?

What I mean...
promoted here to New York?

- Well, what would you think of that?
- Well, that's very terrible.

Well then, let's not
think about it, hmm?

Come in!

- Mr. Baxter?
- That's right.

- Flowers for Mrs. Baxter.
- Oh thank you.

Thank you.

Hell! We're really late.

- From the company?
- Mr. Gifford, no less.

"Mr. Gifford hopes Mr & Mrs Baxter will
have a very pleasant stay in New York"

as honored guests to the company.

"We will do everything possible to
make this a memorable occassion."

Look at this schedule!
It's like a timetable.

- Mrs. Sidney Burns?
- Yes.

- Some flowers.
- Thank you.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

This is where I belong.

- You said something, honey?
- Yes!

Come here a minute, Jerry!

I said "This is where we belong".

Now look Carol, don't build
yourself up for a letdown.

We don't know for sure that this 3
card Monte game is for that Briggs job.

Well I know.

This is the first time, the expense
account has included the wives.

They don't make a tycoon
out a man without being sure...

his wife will qualify as Mrs. Tycoon.

You think I'm up to it, Jerry?

I'm never quite
sure what you're up to.

Well, I'm up to here with
ambition for my husband.

You'd like to have me
get that job, would't you?

Only if you wanted to.

You've got to want things, Jerry.

I've got to get dressed.

Tonight maybe a fashion show
and I don't want to finish last.

Valet, please.

- Bill?
- Yeah.

I'm beginning to feel like
the plane trip has upset me.

Oh no you don't Katie.

You're not backing out of this party.

They want to meet you
Mr. Gifford and all of them.

And besides, I didn't bring
you to New York to show

you off to only the bell
boys and chambermaids.

I like bell boys and chambermaids.

Katie, what are you
worried about now?

Look! The dress.

Why? That's your favorite dress.

Yes, in Kansas City.

- So what's the matter with it?
- It doesn't go with orchids.

You'd say it doesn't go with New York.

What else have you got?

Well, I ought to wear something
with a plunging neckline.

All right.

The only thing I have with a
plunging neckline is my nightgown.

I used to work with
Sid Burns years ago and it...

He's my best customer.
I just sold him...

I can remember when station wagons
were the cheapest models we carried.

I wonder where the waiter is.

You know, the hardest thing to
get at a party is a glass of water.

Interesting. About that report
I sent him Monday. Now...

I realise that this isn't
the time or the place...

You're correct.
This isn't the time or the place.

Could I get you a
scotch and soda Mr Gifford?

No, thanks Grove. You're
much too valuable a man for that.

- Oh Tony!
- Yes sir?

I know this affair
is a necessary evil.

But must it go on indefinitely?

And where are the guests of honour?

My schedule suggests
that they be here at 6:30.

You said to have
everyone here ahead of them.

Tony, when I said "everyone"
I never include me.

Sorry, Uncle Ernest.

Now, you remember
everything, darling.

I'll try to do my very best to
impress Mr Gifford and everybody.

That's my girl.

And when we get back to my non-
apologising, I want you to remember that.

Oh everything will be fine, but just
remember... one Martini, no more.

Yes, Bill.

And don't say "yes sir" to Mr. Gifford,
just address him as "Mr. Gifford."

- Yes, Mr. Baxter.
- And don't you worry.

Don't worry, he says. Pretend
to listen, one Martini, three sips...

Be sure to mingle, don't relax, speak up,
be quiet, "No Mr Gifford, Yes Mr Gifford".

What do I do if somebody invites
me to step out of my cage?

Hmm?

Oh Jerry, I forgot something.
I'll have to go back to the room.

Oh well, I'll wait here for you.

No! You go ahead.
I won't be a minute.

- You'll need the key.
- Thank you.

Hello Burns. Good to see you again.
I'm Beaker, remember?

Oh yes!
This is my wife.

- Darling, this is Ed Baker.
- Yes, I've heard his speak of you.

Drink?

Hey, Gerald and Mack! We've
been waiting to congratulate you.

Hi Jonesy, where is that
good looking wife of yours?

She'll be down in a minute.

- How about a drink?
- You've talked me into it.

- Joe Wilkinson! Joe. How are you?
- Hi Bill. How are you?

I'd like you to meet Mrs. Baxter.
This is Joe Wilkinson.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

She heard me talk about you so
much, Joe, she practically knows you.

- Oh yes, have you moved to St. Louis?
- St. Louis?

No darling. Mr. Wilkinson is General
Sales Manager here in New York.

The only Wilkinsons you've ever
mentioned to me live in St. Louis.

Oh no honey, those are the Wilkins.

Could you use a drink, Mrs Baxter?

- Oh yes I could.
- Right over here.

How do you do?
I'm Tony Andrews.

Oh! I'm Mrs. Talbot.
I'm glad to see you.

You will seeing a lot of me.

Wherever you go and whatever you do in
New York, I'll be along to pick up the tab.

Well, I'll continue to
be glad to see you.

Sir, this is Mrs. Talbot.

And I don't need to be
told you're Mr. Gifford?

You flatter me.

I recognise you from your pictures.

I make sure they flatter me too.

I'm sorry honey.
I didn't see you come in.

You're the only one who didn't.

Welcome to New York, Talbot.

Hey, there is Mr. Gifford.

Who's that with him?

- Oh that must be Mrs. Talbot.
- The little Texas darling.

How did she get there?
We made a blockade...

She let us run interference for her.

So I should say at the moment
she's making a forward pass.

I... I think I ought to
say hello to Mr. Gifford.

Or so should I, I suppose.

Go ahead.
We'll be there in a minute.

I heard a lot about your husband.

He's supposed to be one of
the fastest man on the team.

Thank you very much.

I've heard some wonderful
things about your husband too.

It's the third Martini, do you mind?

Oh! Why should I mind?

Oh Bill does. He never likes
me to have more than one.

But I'm scared stiff.

Are you drinking yourself stiff?

Do I show it?

Well, far be it from me to help
the competition but...

I'll let you in on an old trade secret.

The minute the company wife takes her
third jolt at one of these clam bakes...

she's automatically
classified as a dipsomaniac.

Here. You better eat up.

Thank you.

I'm not going to try to
match wit with you Mr. Gifford.

I'm just going to listen and relax.

I must say you
relax very attractively.

I'm a firm believer in relaxation,

that's why I surround myself with hard
workers such as your husband and...

Oh hello Burns.
Hello Baxter.

Hi Mr. Gifford.

- Mrs. Talbot, May I present Mr. Burns.
- How do you do?

- Talbot.
- And Mr. Baxter.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

And will you gentlemen please identify
Mrs. Burns and Mrs. Baxter for me.

Well this is Mrs. Burns.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, Mrs. Burns.

No! You're Mrs. Baxter.

Oh yes. I'm Mrs. Baxter.
How do you do?

You must be Mrs. Burns.

Well, when I came in,
I was Mrs. Burns.

Mrs. Talbot, one is these ladies is
Mrs. Burns and the other is Mrs. Baxter.

Wheels taken out later.

Tony! Come here.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen.

I wish to present to you Mr. Talbot,
Mr. Baxter and Mr. Burns...

who, as a reward for their accomplishments,
on behalf of Gifford Motors...

have been brought to
New York, tax deductible.

And I wish to present
their charming wives...

who are also tax deductible and
the prettiest set of tax deduction...

that will pass through the
Treasury Department this year.

Let me suggest that when we are together,
we will have a much better time...

if you all forget that I am
president of our company.

I want particularly for you
young ladies to enjoy this visit.

And that can best be accomplished
by your just being yourself.

Thank you.

That's just what I mean.

That was a very handsome compliment
you paid our wives, Mr Gifford.

- Thank you.
- I want to thank you on...

...behalf of the 3rd District.

Yes, we enjoyed your
speech very much Mr. Gifford.

No one was listening to me thanks
to this uninhibited young beauty.

Oh I'm sorry sir...
Oh no! Not sir.

I mean, I'm sorry, Mr. Gifford.

Please believe that I welcome your,
shall I say, "comment" on my speech.

I was slightly bored myself.

But tell me, is this your
first visit to New York?

Splendid.

You wiill have something
to tell your children.

You have two, I believe?

Three?
Huh huh.

And I suppose they are the most
wonderful children in the world.

I knew you were going to say that.

Here you are darling.
Water...

Yes.
Pinch your nose.

Drink from the opposite side
of the glass upside down.

That's right.

Do you dance?

Mmm. But if you don't
mind let's sit this one out.

I'm beginning to understand why
your husband has been so successful.

Some companies seem to
regard the wives as liability.

Some wives are.

Only if they're married
to the wrong man.

Any man would be the
wrong man for some wives.

Then he would be the
wrong man for that wife.

I know we're dancing, but isn't our
conversation getting somewhat circular?

You think she's making
a play for Gifford.

Oh, let's be charitable.

Let's just say she's interested
in that big job for her husband.

So now that you're here.
How do you like New York?

Oh I think it's a
wonderful place to visit.

Oh now, don't say you
wouldn't like to live here?

Oh! There is not much
chance of that ever happening.

You seem to be discounting
that clever husband of yours.

What do you mean?

Well, he has a rather
impressive record, hasn't he?

And if Mr. Gifford should
decide to advance him...

Oh you don't suppose that...

the company is thinking of
bringing him to New York someday?

It is not impossible.

You don't mean that, do you?

You just hold the right thoughts
and keep your fingers crossed.

Keep my fingers crossed?

Well, that's the way
to get your wish, isn't it?

Talbot, your wife dances beautifully.

Your wife dances beautifully.

Your wife dances beautifully.

Bill...

for Kansas City!

- I'm sorry.
- Go easy darling.

No, I'm alright. I'm just trying
to drink with my fingers crossed.

Is that a local custom in Kansas City?

No, Mr. Gifford.
I was just making a wish.

Let's hope it comes true.

Well that surely depends on you.

Anything in my power.

Well, I just wish you wouldn't
give Bill a job in New York.

Katie!

Really?

That's what you're wishing?

What... You see Mr. Gifford.
Kathy doesn't know. I didn't tell her.

Didn't tell her what, Baxter?

- Well, I mean I didn't...
- What didn't you tell me, dear?

Well nothing honey.
Let's just skip the whole thing.

Can I say something?

They say Mrs. Baxter, that if you
tell your wishes, it doesn't come true.

Of course that's
merely a superstition...

but I guess we better
let the future take...

Please let's change the subject.

My name is Katie Baxter
and I have three children.

All of them are much smarter
than I am. Excuse me.

- Katie darling!
- No! You stay here please.

Just a minute Baxter.
May I say something?

I'm sorry Mr. Gifford.
I think my wife needs me now.

Oh honey.
You just can't depend on me.

Alright. Just did.

That's why you're so wonderful.
And that's one of the reason I love you.

- You're completely unpredictable.
- Hmm.

You can't predict what I'll do but
you sure can predict that I'll do it.

Well in my opinion, Mrs. Baxter certainly
knocked her husband out of the running.

I wasn't referring to Mrs. Baxter.

Just what does that mean?

I saw you working
on Gifford didn't I?

Jerry, you won't
go after the job,

you even acted as
if you didn't want it.

Sure I want it.

So does Burns, so does Baxter.

That's just it.

And probably
three fairly nice guys.

Under normal conditions I'm sure
we'd like each other very much.

But now we've got to
perform for the masters.

Got to try to catch each
other off balance with one smug

little show of superiority that
will knock out the other two.

Why this three ring circus?

I don't care about the others.
I would just try and prove to Gifford

he wouldn't be making
a mistake if he chose you.

Carol!

You let me prove that.

But darling don't you see...

If I did show him a little attention

it was only to encourage
his interest in you for the job.

Now listen.

I'll get to the top...

but I'll get there on what I've got,
not what you've got.

Liz I want to thank you.

You had me worried
a couple of times, but...

all and all, you were
a pretty swell wife tonight.

- Thanks.
- I'm sure you made Gifford believe it.

You really did a solid job.

Do you mind if I
comment on your job?

That Gifford seems to
be a very sharp cookie.

He might notice that
you are trying too hard.

Just a little too hard.

I'm trying too hard?

What about the Talbot woman?

You answered you own question.
She's a woman.

Prime Texas beef with New York
steaks in exactly the right places.

What's that gotta do with it?

You'll find out.

Poor Katie Baxter, she just
couldn't do anything right.

Her husband is probably
the best man for the job too.

What about me?

You'll do just as well for a while,
till the job kills you.

I like that Bill Baxter.

I like the way he left Gifford flat
because his wife needed him.

I bet they've worked it out,
so they're pretty happy.

With him it doesn't have
to be all job and no family.

Alright... so by your standards,
I'm a failure as a husband.

Is this what you want?

Get away from me.

I'm sorry, Liz.

So am I.

Bill...

- Bill...?
- Hmm.

Why always what
I said is so terrible?

Which one?

Well you know when I said:

"Mr. Gifford, my wish was, that you
wouldn't give Bill a job in New York".

Well, you know Katie, it
may seem strange to you but.

New Yorkers like New York.

Yeah.

No. It was more than that.

You know, even those people from

Texas and Philadelphia looked as
though I had dropped a bomb.

And the look on your face!

Katie. You remember Phil Briggs,
the General Manager?

The man who died.

- Yah.
- Yes.

Well, his job is still open.

You mean they may
offer that job to you?

Oh why didn't you tell me that in
Kansas City before we came here?

You know why.

Yeah, I'd been scared to death
and I wouldn't have come.

That's just it.

Hey, wouldn't this look nice on you?

- You mean in public?
- Sure.

Bill... You wouldn't want
the children to see me in that.

It would show
you off beautifully.

Goodnight.

That's the kind of
dress Mrs. Talbot wears.

Tell me. Did her neckline
plunge enough to suit you?

Better ask Gifford.
He had the view.

I'm gonna give you some
more money in the morning.

Good.

And you get yourself something that'll
make Gifford look at you for a change.

Bill, you don't want that job, do you?

Well it's just...

I'd like him to think
I'm the best man for it...

and you're the best wife for it.

Had me scared for a minute!

- Katie?
- Yes.

Come here.

Now let's get this straight.
Here and now.

I don't need the Briggs
job to make me happy,

but I do need you.

Oh Bill.

Do you know that's the first time in
our life you've ever said you need me.

Just like a play I saw on television.

No! Two plays, the same night.

I love you.

And I love you.

But I'm going to sleep.
It's after midnight.

- Goodnight sweetie.
- Goodnight.

I heard you're the
best man for the job...

and I'd like to see
Mr. Gifford offer it to you.

Oh?

But I'm glad you want
to stay in Kansas City.

That's the Public Library.

Those lions look superior, don't they?

They remind me of somebody.

Oh I know.
It looks like Mr. Gifford.

Very discerning of you, Mrs. Baxter.

Mr. Gifford has been
accused of posing for them.

Wasn't it considerate of
Mr. Gifford to furnish us with such

a tactful and entertaining escort.

We wouldn't know about that.

Oh no, please ladies.
I am not worth it.

Mrs. Talbot can use
you for practice until...

she gets the chance with that
old string bean Gifford again.

Don't repeat that to your uncle.

He is still his uncle's
advisor as I'm concerned.

Together with his aunt too.

His uncle happens to be Mr. Gifford.

Mr. Andrews.

If you get near a river
would you please stop.

I'd like to jump in.

Katie, you're getting the roof
of your mouth sunburned.

This is the United Nations.

Those are the flags of all
the countries that belong to it.

Some of them haven't been here
ever since the plant opened.

My father knew every one
of his workers by name.

- Yes. He used to call me Sid.
- What's that?

- I said your father used to call me Sid!
- Really Mr. Burns.

You should have told you worked
your way up from the plant.

Yes sir, I am.

How on earth did you
ever stand the noise?

PROVING GROUND

No matter how good the plans
of the engineers look and do,

this is the final test.

Whenever we brought
out a new model...

I couldn't get Briggs to listen
to what I had to say about it.

The only man he wanted
to talk to was that test driver.

He was a great General Manager.

I think he was the best
informed man I ever met

especially about people.

I remember when he
came down to Texas

he knew everything
about everybody.

He even knew that I had a
collection of early Colt revolvers.

That was his special trick

and he made it pay off handsomely.

He called it his
"particular brand of enterprise".

How did it work?

Well, he had a huge file pertaining to
the various sports and hobbies of men.

When he met you, he'd bring up
your hobby as they were of his own.

His best deal was made with
an amatuer mountain climber...

who never knew that Briggs got
dizzy, he stood on a thick carpet.

You don't approve of
Brigg's technique, Baxter?

No. In the first place
it's based on deceit and...

I don't think that big business is built
on personal relationships any more.

This is where they dream of
ideas for the car of the future.

There is nothing about an automobile
that we're not working on.

Have any of you gentlemen
ever thought of an improvement

that could sell more Gifford
than we're selling now?

Well, if we could cross a
Gifford with a helicopter,

it might help solve
the parking problem.

We tried that once.
We gave it up.

But... step over here gentlemen.

Oh... Jones.

Johnson...

- Or is it Robinson?
- My name is Jabernatsky, Mr. Gifford.

Oh! Of course yes, Jabernatsky.

Show us what you're planning for us.

How soon are we gonna
get that, Mr. Gifford?

As soon as we can get the
cost down to where it's practical.

I could sell a thousand
of those cars a week.

Yeah! So could I.

I wouldn't put that
on me, Mr. Gifford.

If you have a quality
product, you don't have to

pretend to be mountain
climber to make a sale.

You seem better in criticizing a man
who can defend himself only in the sales.

I wasn't criticizing a man,
I was criticizing a philosophy.

Baxter, just what do you think are all
the qualifications of an executive?

Well, I think the first
responsibility of an executive is to

operate his company for
the benefit of the public.

We're talking about
a private enterprise.

You sound like a public utility.

This is the room I've
been looking for.

Beautiful color combination.

I can understand why
you brought us in here.

Not at all. I've been looking
for a place to sit down.

You haven't had
much to say, Talbot.

You learn more listening.

I've heard what Baxter
said, what Burns said.

Both made a lot of sense to me.
I'd go along with both of them.

Well, haven't you
anything to contribute?

Nothing I can be
sure would be useful.

Why won't you let me
be the judge of that.

Sit down gentlemen.

Well, I think...

any man in a top job has to have
everything that Baxter and Burns mentioned.

And a little extra.

What extra?

- I wish I knew.
- Aren't you being somewhat cryptic.

No, because I honestly
don't know what it is...

except that a big man who
functions in a big job has to have it.

Personally I call it "X plus".

X plus?

Yes. "X" because no one
knows just what it is...

and "plus" because it's a little
more than the ordinary person has.

And you can't define it.

Well, it's that quality
that makes a champion...

A star, a leader, a great man.

I think we all recognize it
when we meet someone who has it.

- Example.
- Eisenhower has it.

Churchill has it.
All of the greats...

Edison, Ford, Babe Ruth.

Anyone who belongs to
the top has some of it.

How about yourself?
Do you think you have it?

Well, there are a lot of days
when I'm sure I haven't...

and then there are days
when I'm positive I have.

How can I be sure whether or not
you have this "X plus" Talbot?

Or Baxter, or Burns?

Mr. Gifford, if you have it...

I think you will know whether
any of us have it or not.

Possibly.

Well I... feel I know all
of you a little better now.

Which leaves me
even more confused.

Let's say we go to lunch.

Hi.

Hi.

How did you get along
with Mr. Gifford?

I haven't the slightest idea.

You didn't say or do
anything to offend him?

I wouldn't know.

What about the others?

Old Burns delivered
his pet little speech.

But Baxter wouldn't 'yes' him.
He gave him an argument.

I bet you made a
wonderful impression.

You know I like that Baxter.
I like the way he spoke up.

Sure would be great to have an
honest General Manager with guts.

That's why you should
be General Manager.

Jerry, I have a confession to make.

I fell in love today.

How's that?

I fell in love today.
Desperately.

Oh! With that...
young Mr. Andrews?

No, with New York.

Oh Jerry! This is the most
fabulous, exciting, thrilling city!

Oh! We just have to be here.

Oh, this is where all the most
important people in the world are.

Carol, could it be that you are
just a bit of a social climber?

Well, if I am, then
New York is Mount Everest.

- Suppose it doesn't work out?
- Oh it just has to.

I wonder what would happen if you had to
make a choice between New York and me?

Oh darling.
As if there could be any choice.

Why can't I have you both.

We're on our own for dinner tonight.
Tony suggested the Pavillon.

You better shave.

The Pavillon?

- I never heard of it.
- You will.

You know Liz.
I'd say I came out on top.

What brings you to
this modest conclusion?

Well.. Baxter reeled off a lot of high
sounding stuff and all Talbot said was...

a General Manager ought to be a
little better than the next fellow.

Made it a perfect setup for anybody
that can make sense. And I...

Aren't you forgetting
about your ulcer?

Well, you asked me a
question, I was just trying

to answer it for you. If
you're not interested...

Forgive me. For the moment I forgot
about the job and was interested in you.

You think I'm a conceited heel, don't you.

No.

Well I do. Now that I thought
about what I've been saying.

- How is your ulcer?
- Terrible.

The food of the platter is cooked
in steel pots for iron stomachs.

If you accomplish something for yourself,
I guess the suffering is worth it.

Sure. You're right, Liz.

All in all, I'd say I
had a very good day.

I don't plan to be dazzling
Mr. Gifford with my personality but,

I'm getting some place.
Don't you think so?

Oh now please. Liz, I'm
not being conceited now!

I'd like your honest
opinion, as an outsider.

Sure... As an outsider, I can
see you're getting some place...

Every minute you're getting closer
to the job that's going to kill you

and every minute you're getting
closer to the end our marriage.

You're asking for
compliments from me.

All in all I'd say you had a wonderful day.
Congratulations.

Oh Liz wait. Aren't we
having dinner together?

How would I know your plans.

Where are you going?

Where do you think I'm going?
As an outsider I'm going outside.

Now where did I put the phone...?
Bill.

When are you going to ask me?

- What about honey?
- About this afternoon.

I did it again.

I made cracks about Mrs. Talbot and
Mr. Gifford that wasn't vey nice.

In fact, if anyone made them
about me, I'd start swinging.

And then about the charming

sitting right there as big as life

is Mr. Gifford's nephew.

Hmm.
I didn't know that either.

Well... if you wanted Mr. Gifford to think
that we're the best couple for the job...

I proved to anyone who might
have the slightest doubt,

that is the candidate for
Mrs. General Manager,

I am positively not it.

Well darling, compared to
me, you're a career diplomat.

Oh! What did you do?

- I spoke my mind.
- Good.

I don't think Mr. Gifford
liked what I said.

Well, I think that's wonderful.

But at least he
knows I'm no yes-man.

See... Not wanting the job,
you could speak your mind.

You could be perfectly honest.

And I will bet you that
he has more respect for

you than he has for any
of those other fellows.

- Yes dear.
- And I will bet you...

- Oh dear...
- What?

You don't suppose he has so much respect
for you he'd make you take the job?

Darling, between the two of us,
I think we can succeed in failing.

Yeah, I think so.

What's on the schedule for tonight?

Hey! We're on our own!

Oh, that is wonderful.
I have a suggestion.

Why don't we have dinner
right here in the suite

and call up Kansas City
and talk to the children?

Oh great.

Now while I order dinner, you put one of
those New York gowns you bought today.

Oh I didn't buy one.

But I promise you, I will go out
tomorrow and really shop for something.

- Well, you be sure you do.
- I will.

Hey listen. Why don't you go
shopping with that... Mrs. Burns?

She seems to have a pretty
sharp eye for clothes.

- Well, thank you for the suggestion...
- Well, that's okay.

And now for our big evening...

While I order cocktail and a menu setup,
you put on a slinky negligee, huh?

I didn't bring a slinky
negligee with me.

If you want me to slink, you'd
have to enjoy it in this bathrobe.

Well, we'll put the lights out.
I'll use my imagination.

Hello! Room Service.

Room Service please.

Will you join me, mother?

I have a guest coming.

I'm going to wait for him.

Oh...
And who might that be?

Someone I'm very fond of...

I haven't seen him for a long time.

Mother.
That sounds very romantic.

No. I'm related to him...
by marriage.

My mother and father's marriage.
It's your uncle.

He must be coming to see me.

He wants to know what
I think of the three wives.

Well. What did
you think of them?

Strictly no contest.

For a General Manager's wife, one of
them is so imminently suitable, but...

Don't mention the name
of your choice, Tony.

I don't wish to be
prejudiced against her.

Ernest, you look just
as I remembered you.

I hope there's no trouble
I'm dropping in for a cocktail.

And I will have a cocktail.
Coming?

It's no trouble, it's
just a bit of a shock.

Well, I was coming
back from Long Island.

While crossing the bridge, I happen
to look down, see your house...

- Thought of you...
- Wait a minute. That look you have...

isn't a came here for cocktail look.

A very discerning woman
even in your riper years.

- Should I resent that for you, mother?
- Down boy.

You know about the
company's guests of honor?

"The Briggs Job Caper".

Mother! You've been
watching television again.

I get around. Have you picked
your man for the job yet?

No such luck.

Right man wrong wife,
right wife wrong man.

The wife will represent
the company at certain

times, almost as
much as the husband.

And I know I shall never
complete efficiency

from a man who
spends his nights...

dreaming about his wife falling
down three flights of stairs.

Well, I should think if
might keep him on his toes.

According to your own statement, none of
these couples seems to fit your standard.

Why not look for someone else?

Well, these are the best men available.

- And you know, my dear...
- Ernest.

Just what is it you want me to do?

I was planning a little dinner Thursday
night. I was hoping you'd be my hostess.

And keep your eyes open.

Ernest, it's very
difficult to judge a woman

on the basis of one
dinner, one dress.

Finding out if she's really
housebroken takes a weekend.

Is Castle Hill open?

Yes, skeleton staff,
only five people.

But I can send down the
service from New York.

Evelyn, it's very nice
of you to do this for me.

Well, I don't know. It just means
I have to cancel appointments...

with my dentist, my
doctor, my dressmaker,

my masseuse.
One luncheon...

Evelyn! You shouldn't let your
life get into such confusion.

A weekend in the country
will do you good.

It is very fortunate
that I dropped in.

It will be interesting to see
which wife you wil nominate.

I hope our minds meet.

Au revoir dear. Tony.

When it comes to women I'm not
sure Earnest thinks with his mind.

There's one wife in particular.

He seems very much
attracted to her.

I hope he hasn't reached that age.

All men reach... that age.

Well I guess we got the same idea.

If you're referring
to good food, yes.

Mind if I sit down?

You're still my husband.
You have sitting rights.

This place hasn't
changed much, has it?

You haven't seen the menu.

On your salary of twelve
years ago we'd be outside

with our noses pressed
against the window.

Everything has
gone up since then.

- Listen when you left the hotel...
- Are you gonna sit here?

- Yes, if you don't mind.
- It's alright. He's my husband.

You know my wife and I used to eat
dinner here almost every night years ago?

- You want a cocktail?
- No thanks.

We sat right at that
table over there.

- No cocktail, huh?
- No thanks.

I would say there was a waiter here by
the name of Tomaso. Is he still around?

- Yeah, he's the boss now.
- Is that right? I'd like to talk to him.

- I'll tell him.
- Thanks.

- No cocktail?
- No.

Well guess we... had some
wonderful times here, didn't we?

- Yeah.
- Great times.

What happened to us?

We got married.

Darling, I don't mean that.

Did you wish to see me?

- Hello! Hello! Hello.
- Well it's Tomaso.

- Can hardly recognise you.
- The food is too good.

- How are you?
- Just fine.

- You haven't been in lately.
- It's been about twelve years.

- Say why not?
- We're living in Philadelphia now.

- We're married.
- To each other.

Well, I remember.

You was married here.

Right at that table.

We had our wedding dinner there.

- Liz, have you ordered yet?
- No.

Why don't we have that same dinner tonight?

You remember, Tomaso.
It was a dollar a quarter dinner.

Red ink included.

So same dinner exact.
Right here.

$4.50, wine extra. Giovanni!

...spaghetti, ravioli, two appetizers,
one with extra chilli pepper.

Okay.

- Hey, how many kids have you got there?
- Two.

- What's the matter?
- Well, we're not complaining.

Maybe this is gonna give you ideas.

A toast...

To love.

To love.

Just like your wedding night.

You see? I remember.

- Double order of pepper just for you.
- Thanks, Tomaso.

I'm going you serve you myself now. You
take spaghetti and you take the ravioli.

No, Tomaso, it's just
the other way around.

Of course. What's
the matter with me?

Coming right out.

Sid. You can't eat that.

Well I guess you're right.

Twelve years ago I could eat it.

Twelve years ago I was at the bottom
of the ladder and on top of the world.

I didn't know I was well off.

You still don't.

Liz, I was so miserable and
lonely after you left the hotel.

The I thought about Tony's and...

I guess I came here to
feel sorry for myself.

What brought you here?

It brings people back to the
place they were happier...

whether it's back to
the scene of the crime.

You explain it.

I don't expect you to believe this,
but... I love you very much.

There's something
else you love more.

Look... if I forget all
about the Briggs' job...

if I really settle down
for some home life,

would you give me another
chance as a husband?

- No.
- Why not?

Well it... in the first place, that
wasn't an offer. It's a question.

And the second place, the two of us
being back here together tonight makes...

one of your loves seem to outweigh
the other... at the moment.

No! No, I'm serious.
I'll prove it to you.

You've said that before.

Well doggone. If this
is our wedding dinner

anniversary and I'm
going to celebrate it!

Sid.
Sit up.

Oh murder!

It's murder.

You knew this was going to happen.

Why did you have to eat
that Italian dynamite?

I'm not complaining.

By the way...

Did I thank you for
a wonderful evening?

Thank you too.

Pardon me. Mistake.

MACY'S, the store with MORE.
It's smart to be Thrifty. Macy's.

Well no, I don't know. This is William
Baxter, of the Gifford motor car company.

And I had a message
to call on Mr. Kleinert.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

- Hi darling.
- Hello sweetie.

Where have you been?

Shopping.

Feel I've found the most wonderful thing
that you're just going to be crazy about.

Oh that's great. You
can take a look at that.

What is it?

We're invited to Mr. Giffords place
in Long Island for the weekend.

And we're leaving tomorrow
afternoon on his yacht.

- For the weekend?
- Yeah, isn't it...

Oh hello.
Yes, Mr. Kleinert.

Oh I see.

I know I can come over
right away if you like.

Will Talbot and Burns be there?

I see. No, no no. I'll come right over.
Thank you Mr. Kleinert.

What do you know. I have to go over
to the advertising agency right away.

Is anything wrong?

Anything wrong?
Honey, this is wonderful.

I just tossed out a few
suggestions this morning...

and now Gifford wants them to go over
all the advertising layouts with me.

With me, honey.
Not Talbot, not Burns, just me.

What do you suppose it means?

It means that I'm way out in front.

It means that I may be
the new General Manager.

Honey this may be
the big break that...

Bill...

Just kidding.

You do want the
Briggs job, don't you?

I wouldn't be human
if I didn't, honey.

It's the toughest job in
the whole organization.

Of course I want it.

Okay Bill, then I
want you to have it.

If you want it, then I want it too.

And if my ideas for that
campaign are really good...

and if you're knocking
for a loop this weekend...

- You got that dress, huh?
- No, not that one...

Well, tell me about it later, honey.
I'll see you in about an hour.

Bill!

Hey Bill!
You forget something!

Good luck.

Hi!

Whatever it is, good
luck from me too.

Liz, have you heard
about the weekend?

Yeah. I didn't expect to
have that thrown at me.

I had to go out and
buy some clothes.

What did you get?

Evening gown, a little cocktail outfit.

- Oh, I did something terrible.
- Like what?

Well Bill gave me money
to buy some clothes

and I have practically spent it all.

- What did you get?
- A very expensive barbecue.

Katie, they're not wearing
barbecues this season.

But it's something he's always
wanted and said he couldn't afford.

What an idiotic
wonderful thing to do.

He'll think I bought
something sensational...

for the trip.
You know, with Mr. Gifford.

And what I want to talk
to you about is you see.

Bill suggested that I ask
you to help me to shop.

Why me?

Well, he said you have a
very sharp eye for clothes.

That's the compliment that has been
seen to pay all the wives but their own.

Well, it's important to Bill
how I look on this trip.

And what's important to
him is important to me.

Well, let's see what
we can do about it.

Tell me. How much do you
have left with Bill's money?

73 dollars.

- 73 dollars?
- Uh huh.

What do you actually need?

Well, I need an evening
gown for sure and

then I need something
not quite so formal.

And a fairy godmother.
Alright, I accept the nomination.

First, let's consider your assets:

73 dollars and a good figure.

I've got it. There's only one
answer to that. I hope. Come on.

Where are we going?

Well it's a joint where they
sell a lot of leftovers.

If your're lucky
sometimes you can pick up

an exclusive that's
been worn by a model.

- Never heard of a store like that?
- It's not a store it's a battlefield.

Myrtle! Myrtle!

Beg your pardon but I just
took this off the rack.

You did, hey.
Well I had my hands on this first.

- I don't wish to argue with you, no offense.
- Lady...

I warn you. Keep your hands off of this dress.

Oh! Shut your mouth!

Mother!

Mother, this is just
what we're looking for.

Oh good.
What size is it?

- Well eight. Just right.
- Yes.

Did you see the new rack
they just brought in?

Myrtle!

- Hey Liz, come here. Look at this!
- No more. I quit.

Please Liz.

Look lady, we found a cocktail dress.
Let's not press our luck.

I know, but this one looks unusual.

Well, it just looks familiar.
We've been over that rack 3 times.

Well, we may be
reaching for the moon,

but I know I saw this in
"Harper's" or "Vogue."

Probably saw it in a comic book.

Hey where did you get that?

On this rack, it's only $59.95.

That's a Maurice original!

Maurice who?

Katie, when the cheapest dress you
make is $500, you only need one name.

Well I knew there was
something about it!

Oh, yes, I remember now.
It's something terrible.

It's a size 16.

Well buy it and let's get out of here.

But I'm an 8.

Doesn't matter Katie. Maybe it's
a smaller 16. Well try it on.

Okay.

Sadie, where's that pink coat?

I went out and bought a peach dress to
match it. Now I can't find it anywhere.

Look! You can't buy that.
That's the dress I wore in here!

Myrtle!

Look... Oh sorry.

Look! I can walk around
in this without moving it.

It's no use Liz, they
don't make alterations.

Well, I now confess.
In my glamorous past

I was a fitter at Macy's.
I make alterations.

You know, I think you're the most
wonderful person I've ever known.

Is this where you got your
dress for the weekend party?

- No.
- Why not?

I haven't got the brains
to do this for myself.

Come on. Let's give him the
money and get out of here.

Okay.

Myrtle! Myrtle!

I'm feeling a litte woozy.

Oh! We just left the dock.

I think I'll go and lie down
in that little room downstairs.

Katie, sailors don't say
downstairs, they say below.

I am not what you call a good
sailor, so I'm going downstairs.

You know something, Liz?

No pain.

Good. You had nothing the
other night to last a month.

I think the main reason is
that I've quit worrying.

As far as I'm concerned that
Brigg's job can go jump.

You still don't believe me, do you?

Well, you haven't said
anything to Mr. Gifford yet.

Well, I don't have to.

Just by not trying,
I can eliminate myself.

That way I won't offend him.

It would offend
him if you tell him

your health wouldn't permit
you to take the job.?

Well, he might not believe it...
Think I was a quitter.

I don't want to lose what I've got.

Why, this is as easy
as driving a car.

I could sail this boat
all the way to England.

We won't try for
England this afternoon.

Hey!

I'm locked in!

Hey somebody?

- That sounds like Katie.
- Yeah.

Hey somebody! Help!

That is Katie.
I'd better go look for her.

Mr. Gifford.
We're getting off course.

Well... then you better
take over, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Oh! That was fun!

Even getting off course can be fun.

Well, glad you got
here before I drowned.

Well if you get into more trouble,
that'll be a very interesting life.

- Oh! There you are, Evelyn.
- I heard you got out.

I'm glad you're here.

This is your hostess Mrs. Andrews.
My sister, Tony's mother.

Ernest, don't explain
me, just introduce me.

Mr. and Mrs. Baxter,
from Kansas City.

- How do you do?
- Kansas City. How nice.

- Mrs. Burns, from Philadelphia.
- I love Philadelphia.

How do you do?

- And Mr. and Mrs. Talbot.
- How do you do?

From Texas, ma'am. Dallas.

I knewTexas would speak for itself.

I believe we've met.

You ladies are not what I expected.

I thought you'd be like some Helen Hokinson
characters, all girdled and bosomy.

You're right about the girdle.

I've planned some tea for us girls.
We dine rather late here.

But first let me show
you to your rooms.

You might want to freshen up.

You gentlemen must want to freshen
up too. I'll show you to the bar.

Too bad you had to see the
place at this time of the year.

In the spring the garden's are
all pink and white and frivolous.

Oh I think it's just beautiful now.

Trips are always perfect.
Litte perilous for Katie.

Mrs. Baxter, I can't keep
my eyes off that dress.

Did you bring that from Kansas City?

Oh no! I bought this in New York.

- Really? Where?
- You wouldn't believe it...

- It's a Bonwit Teller's exclusive.
- Oh! Bownit's!

Well I didn't get it at Bonwit.
Mrs. Burns knew that...

Well, I've been admiring your dress,
Mrs. Andrews. Italian, isn't it?

Yes, er...

You were just going to tell me...

Oh well. This is a place where they
sell dresses that models have worn.

- You'd be surprised the prices...
- What surprises me...

is you having the courage
to do a thing like that.

We are all so snobbish about clothes.

Mrs. Burns. Would you
take me there sometime?

Mrs. Andrews, you are the most.

Ooh!

What does that mean?

Oh that means you're
not a bit like Mr. Gifford.

I wonder what's keeping Mrs. Talbot?

Oh thank you.

These are marvelous.
Are they hard to make?

No. You take one good cook
and put her in the kitchen.

Oh! I'm sorry I'm late, Mrs. Andrews.

Actually I came down early and Mr. Gifford
was kind enough to show me the garden.

I don't blame him. You're
a very pretty young lady.

In fact you're all so young,
you make my bones ache.

I just hope I look as good
as you do when I'm your...

Please go on. I don't resent
that kind of a compliment.

- Cream?
- No thank you.

Well, what I meant to say was, I
think you're so wonderfully preserved.

Thank you.

Oh... oh!

My dear.
Did you burn yourself?

And that beautiful dress while
we take care of this right away.

Mrs. Burns, can you play
hostess for a few minutes.

With pleasure.

I get clumsier every year!

It's a good thing I'm out here, where
I can't get at your best furniture.

Come this way.

Isn't it a shame that Katie
spilled tea on her dress.

A shame but not a surprise.

What I meant was, she's upstairs getting
chummy with Mr. Gifford's sister.

Should that concern us?

Well Mrs. Andrews is an
important stockholder.

She could have a hand in
picking the new General Manager.

Oh! Mr. Gifford makes his own decisions.

Besides, I'm sure, we both are aware that
we happen to be living in a man's world.

You don't have any children,
have you, Mrs. Talbot?

No.

You know, I think if you and
Mr. Talbot had children...

you might realise that a
man like your husband would

be working more for his
children than for you.

You wouldn't mind that, because
they'd be your children too and...

you'd know, you gave them to him.

That's why Mrs. Talbot,
it isn't a man's world.

It's a woman's world.

Have a cookie, cookie.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mary.

You know something?

That robe is never going
to be happy on me again.

It won't take Mary long
to iron out your dress.

Gosh! All this trouble and then
having to leave your guests.

Trouble? It's a relief.

I'm always nervous at
first with strange people.

You're just saying that to make me
feel good because that's the way I am.

Oh! I'm so nervous that I'm going
to say or do something wrong.

Yes, I sensed that,
the moment I met you.

Not that you are going to
do something wrong, but

but you were all
keyed up trying not to.

Nobody would ever believe
that you were nervous.

Well I've learnt not to show it.

You're going to have to learn that

as your husband goes
more and more successful.

You're going to have to
learn a great many things.

What kind of things?

I mean besides being a charming hostess to
strange people, the way you're doing now.

Aren't you actually trying to ask...

what it would like for you if you were the
wife of Gifford Motors General Manager?

Oh oh.

- Yes.
- Well.

In the first place

if your husband becomes more
important to his company

he'll have to give it more
of his time and attention.

That's at your expense, of course.

And you must convince him,
you're perfectly content.

Oh but I'm used to being alone.

You know Bill travels a lot
as the District Manager.

And of course I have the children.
They're growing up.

You wouldn't have so much
time for the children.

You'd have social obligations.

You'd have to be saying...

nice things you didn't mean to
people who didn't believe you.

And at all times conduct yourself
with the poise and dignity...

expected from the wife
of so important a man.

Even if you felt like kicking
up your heels and screaming.

- Mmm.
- I know.

Years ago I served my time as the wife
of the General Manager of Gifford Motors.

I'm not trying to discourage you...

I'm trying to prepare
you to face the future

with some idea of what it's all about.

I had better get back
to the other guests.

You won't have to
wait long for your dress.

Well thank you for everything

and especially for telling me what
the General Manager's wife has to do.

Now that I know what
to expect, I'll do it.

You're quite a girl.

See Bill, that's my husband

he's the best man for the job and
Mr. Gifford is bound to recognize that.

You do love your husband, don't you?

- Oh, yes I do.
- That's good.

Because the man who gets the job must
have a wife who loves him very much.

Everything on this wall
were shot by my grandfather.

He hunted in the west
when the west was still wild.

These are things shot by my father.

He went to Africa with Roosevelt.

That would be Roosevelt I...
in 1909.

I think you gentlemen will find
this a very interesting collection.

These are specimens
from all over the world:

India, Africa...
South America, Australia...

- Is this your wall, Mr. Gifford?
- No! It's my mother's.

Mother had a deadly aim.

This are my wall.

I have learned to let other people have
the thrill of adventure and hardship...

and... hard work.

Which brings me,
gracefully, to my subject.

All of you are bright enough to know
that I am now on a hunting trip...

and one of you
gentlemen will be my victim.

Each of you must also
be bright enough to know

that your wife has
been under observation.

Well, if she can properly
represent the Gifford Motor

company, it's part
of my decision, but...

she must also have one
other important qualification...

which will have be your decision.

Your wife must never
compete with the company.

If there's a choice between your work
and your wife, your work must come first.

Do you agree, all of you?

Well I don't, Mr Gifford.

If a man's job and his home
life interfered with each other,

there's something
wrong with the man.

- Or the wife.
- Possibly but...

If you'd expect me to
marry my job at the

expense of my legal
wife, I'm not your man.

I appreciate your frankness, Baxter.
How about you, Talbot?

Mr. Gifford, I didn't come
here to ask for this job.

I'm not asking for it now.

Mrs. Talbot and I were invited to
New York so you could look us over.

You've been looking us over.

You mentioned a certain
condition for this job.

I have one too.

Regardless of Mrs. Talbot...

If I don't qualify for
this job personally...

then I don't want it.

Burns...

Under the conditions I have outlined,
do you think you could handle this job?

Handle it?

Mr. Gifford, I'd give my
eye teeth for the chance.

Ernest.

- Aren't you men resting for dinner?
- Of course.

We dine at 8. You will have
my decision after dinner.

We're going to serve cocktails. I hope
you'll be down in about half an hour.

We have an excellent cook.

I thought mabybe you could use
this before you go downstairs.

Thanks.

You've got plenty of time.

- That's new, isn't it?
- Mm hmm.

That looks great.

You too of course.

Sid, have you been drinking?

You know better than that.

My ulcer has been having
a field day again.

Why?

Why what?

Is it because you'd said you'll turn
down the Brigg's job if it's offered?

Liz, I can't turn it down.

I have the chance this afternoon
to tell Gifford I didn't want it.

I couldn't.

Why not?

Liz, when they took me off the
line and made me a foreman,

I knew I was
going to get some place.

When they took me out of the factory
and started me selling cars I...

I knew couldn't stop trying
until I got to the top.

And then with Gifford this
afternoon laying it right at my lap

asking me if I could handle it,

the top job in the company,

I couldn't say no.
I just couldn't.

Liz, I... I honestly think
Gifford has picked me.

Well, congratulations.

You're getting the one
and only thing you want.

No!

Lo Liz. That's not true.

If I lose you and the kids, I lose
everything that really matters to me.

I know that, I try to do
something about it, but

something just keeps pushing me on.
Can't you see Liz?

Yes, I see.

Baxter said one thing today
that made sense. He...

He said that a man's job and his
home life ought to be separate. One...

One shouldn't interfere
with the other.

I could make it like
that with us, Liz.

Baxter could make it
that way, not you.

Darling...

No, I guess not.

Alright, I'll go see Gifford right
now and tell him I don't want it.

No!

I understand you better
now than I ever did before.

If I made you give up this
job, you'd always resent me.

That's something I wouldn't want.

So if... Gifford gives you the job...

Take it, Sid. I'll stick.

Do you mean that, Liz?

I mean it.

I don't look so bad in black.
I'll be there to bury you.

Because that's what it means.

And it...

It must mean too that I love you.
I don't know why else I'd do it.

Liz, I...

Please get out of the room, will you, Sid?
Wait for me downstairs.

Okay.

Hey, Katie darling.
I've got to shave!

Come on.
Aren't you ready yet?

Just about.
Close your eyes!

Okay. Come out, come
out, wherever you are.

Now!

Katie! Katie, you're beautiful.

Honey, you're absolutely beautiful.
What a gown!

Would you suppose I can get Mr. Gifford
to unglue his eyes from Mrs. Talbot?

If you do, I'll break his jaw.

Bill...

Would it come as a terrible shock
to you if I turn out to be smart?

Katie, what have you done now?

Well, this afternoon I spilled a
whole cup of tea all over myself.

- Oh that's alright.
- Oh!

This time I did it on purpose.

Why did you do that?

Well, I wanted a chance to talk to
Mr. Gifford's sister. And it worked.

Why?

Well, they say she has a lot
of influence with Mr. Gifford.

And she told me things. She said the
General Manager's wife have to do.

And she said she was doing it to
prepare me to face the future.

So... looks like you've been elected.

What kind of things then?

Oh... things like how to be
one of the social circle and...

and how to get used to not
seeing so much of my husband.

Well, how would you feel about that?

Oh I feel fine.

I think it would be just wonderful
if you were the General Manager!

Honey, you said that a bit too loud.

- Too loud?
- Yeah.

What if I said I don't want the job?

You don't... want...

Oh Bill, anything you want!

I mean, anything you don't
want if you really don't want.

Katie darling, listen.

For two hours we've been finding out the
lowdown on what this job really means.

And right now, boy,
Kansas City looks good to me!

Oh, I've never been so homesick
for any place in my whole life.

Well...

I've got to get ready.

Oh Bill!

If Mr. Gifford did give you the
job, could you turn it down?

Well I don't know.
I feel pretty silly after

all I said about how
I run things, but...

I haven't got it yet...

and I believe in his good judgement.

Oh! Please don't say that.
No, I know you'll get the job!

I know.

Put on that dress you
brought from Kansas City!

I will not.

He must have said something!

- What?
- I said he must have said something.

Oh...

Same thing he's been saying
ever since we got to New York.

He likes to watch people squirm.

He also like to see us all sit
up on our hind legs and beg.

Well, he's gotta make
up his mind soon.

Yeah. Well, he's gonna spring the
big news tonight right after dinner.

Oh! I'm sure it will be you, Jerry.

I don't know. But I can
promise you one thing.

Yes?

- I won't finish worse than third.
- Jerry!

Jerry, do you mind if
I go down ahead of you?

I need a cocktail?

No, go ahead.

That's the picture as I see it.

As usual my dear, you
see things very clearly.

I must do something if I can.

Come in.

I can.

I'm sorry. I was told
you'd be alone, Mr. Gifford.

He's going to be.
Please come in.

Shall I send in cocktails.

Never mind Evelyn,
we'll join you presently.

I wanted to speak to you.

- You're looking lovely, as usual.
- Thank you.

Jerry tells me you're
announcing your choice tonight.

Yes, that is my unpleasant duty.

Unpleasant?

I'll have to disappoint
two excellent men.

I came here to talk
to you about Jerry.

As you may have noticed,
he's an extremely modest man.

I don't consider that a weakness.

But I do wish he'd tried
to sell himself more.

Sometimes I have to do it for him.

He has so many fine qualities.

Perhaps you've overlooked.

I assure you I haven't
overlook a thing.

Then you like him?

Very much.
He's my favorite.

- So you've already made your choice.
- I have.

Will you be perfectly honest with me?

Have I influenced you in
any way in your decision?

Most definitely.

May I kiss you for this?

You certainly may.

I'm very grateful
to you, Mr. Gifford.

And I'm sure there'll be many
opportunities for me to prove that to you.

But why should you
be grateful to me?

Because you told me
you'd selected Jerry.

I said no such thing.

But you led me to believe...

I'm sorry Mrs. Talbot, you
led yourself to believe.

- You said Jerry was your favorite!
- He is.

Then why aren't you
giving him the job.

Mrs. Talbot...

I have studied your husband much more
carefully than I have either of the others.

In spite of his great talent,
he has a certain handicap.

And this handicap will not permit
him to give his best to his work.

What handicap?

The fact that he won't try to sell
himself and he isn't aggressive enough?

I don't wish to be too specific.

It's safe to say definitely
that Jerry is out.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for telling me Mr. Gifford.

- Hi, I was just fixing to come downstairs.
- Don't hurry.

What's the matter? You look like
you just got hit by something.

Something just hit you.

- Me?
- You're not gonna get the Brigg's job.

- How do you know that?
- Gifford just told me.

Why did he tell you?

Because I was trying
to get the job for you.

Carol, I told you before,
that wasn't your business!

I'd like to know why not.

I'd helped you get everything
else you've ever gotten!

Now you've lost the biggest
chance you ever had.

I thought I'd been doing
pretty well on my own.

Well, it's about time you knew
just how much I'd done for you.

I've been behind every
big deal you've ever made.

Now, what's that suppose to mean?

Do you suppose that
Latham gave you the Dallas

agency just because you
sold a few second hand cars?

And when Field Briggs came
to Dallas to look you over...

Well, he looked me over too.

And before he left town he gave
you the whole southwest district!

My contract for the
southwest district was signed

two week before Briggs
ever left New York.

So your "hospitality" with
Mr. Briggs is just a little wasted.

I don't believe you.

Briggs must have had
quite a laugh at you...

and at me.

But thank God, Gifford is too big
a man to make that kind of a deal.

Oh look Jerry. We've both
said too much already.

This trip has been such a strain.

Let's not argue about it.

There's no argument.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's all settled. It's finished.

I've been trying for a long
time to save this marriage.

Now I realize there's
nothing worth saving.

You can't mean it.

You better start packing!

I'll tell the others you're
not coming down to dinner.

I'll make arrangements for
you to get back to New York.

You're going to regret this, Jerry.

I don't think so.

I'll live and I'll do
very well without you.

And without your help.
Now start packing.

- Do you intend going back to Texas?
- The devil with you and Texas!

You leave Texas out of this.

Would you like another
cocktail, Mrs. Burns?

Oh, thank you.
No, I want to enjoy the wine.

It isn't everyone who
has appreciation of wine.

What a creation you're
wearing, Mrs. Baxter.

Thank you very much.

There you are Talbot.
At last.

Greetings.
We're well into our drinks.

Will Mrs. Talbot be down soon?

No, I'm sorry to have to tell you,
she's gone back to New York.

She's... She's not feeling well.

I do hope it isn't anything serious.

No, it's nothing to worry about.
She has a special medicine but...

unfortunately she
left it at the hotel.

- Will she return?
- No.

- Tony...
- Yes sir.

Tony, remind me to send flowers
to Mrs. Talbot in the morning.

That won't be necessary, Mr. Gifford.

No, I guess it won't.

Thank you.

To a long and happy life.

Evelyn, I must compliment you.
That was an excellent mousse.

Isn't anyone else going
to try the dessert?

I couldn't eat another bite.

I'm sure it's delicious, but...

- I'm on a kind of diet.
- I'm not too hungry.

Except for my sadistic
brother no one at this table

has touched one bite of
food since we sat down.

Well, I have mother. And I can assure
all of you, the dinner was delicious.

Earnest, you've given
us a very bad hour.

Why not make the announcement
and get it over with.

Very well.

I'd like if I may, to begin with a slight
resume of the three gentlemen involved.

Baxter.

Burns.

Talbot.

Whether you have a choice or not...

be assured that I have a high
regard for all of you and I'd

hate to face the task of finding
men who could replace you.

- Earnest, get on with it.
- All right, Evelyn.

Baxter...

In our discussions, we've
disagreed markedly at times,

but that doesn't mean
you've been wrong.

Oh! I won't be too sure
of that, Mr. Gifford.

After all, you're
much older and wiser.

As I was about to say,
Baxter, I like your spunk...

and I think you have all the
qualifications of a General Manager.

Burns...

You're the type of man a
company can point to with pride.

Up from the ranks and mastering
every job we've given you.

I'm sure you can do the same thing with
the most important job in the company.

Talbot...

I think you have that "X plus"
that makes a big man big.

But there was something
that made me doubt

you could ever function
successfully as a General Manager.

A handicap...

And frankly it made me
decide against you...

I was convinced that you
were not aware of this

handicap and I wanted to
call it to your attention.

An opportunity came my way
that gave me a chance to do so.

I can only guess at the
results but this much I know...

but suddenly you did become aware of it
and have the courage to get rid of it.

And just as suddenly I had
found my new General Manager.

Congratulations.

Liz, I prayed I wouldn't get it.
I honestly prayed.

Oh, when he put his hand on
you, my heart stopped beating.

I told you he was a smart cookie.

Isn't anyone going to
congratulate the winner?

I'm so happy for you.

- Thank you.
- Congratulations.

- Let me know when I can be of any help.
- Thank you very much.

It's fine with me.
I'm not demanding a recount.

I think Mr. Gifford's
to be congratulated too.

Thank you.

Anderson, these people are starving.
You may start serving dinner again.

Ladies, gentlemen...

Jerry, you sit here.

Sid, remind me to tell you...

One moment, please.

May I propose an after-dinner
toast before dinner.

To our new General Manager and the
two brightest stars in his team.

May your success continue
to keep me wealthy.

And to these lovely ladies,

already wealthy in charm
and ways and happiness.

You know it's... it's
a wonderful world.

A great big wonderful woman's world

because men are in it.

Thank you.