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- Well, hello, Mrs. Post.
- Hi. Mr. Reeves.

Oh, Mr. Reeves.

Oh, darling,
isn't it beautiful?

Huh? Isn't that great?

And it's all ours.

Yes. Yours and mine
and the man from the bank.

Aw.
[chuckles]

Oh, Mr. Post,

I know you went a little
higher than you figured.

Oh, I couldn't help it.

As soon as I saw this place,
I fell in love with it.

Well, you're an architect.

You know good, solid
construction when you see it.

I certainly do.

&
Don't I, dear?

Thank you, honey.

Mr. Addison, your next-door
neighbor, who used to own it,

has always kept it
in fine shape.

I'm sure he has. Thanks
very much, Mr. Reeves, for everything.

Well, thank you. I know you two
are going to be very happy here.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Good-bye.

Well, shall we go in?

Wilbur, it's our first house.

Aren't you going to carry me
over the threshold?

Oh. Oh, yes. Sure.

[groans]

Good, solid construction.

Oh. Got to get the key.

Wilbur, don't put me down.
It's bad luck.

Oh!
[chuckles]

You'd better get the key then.
It's in one of my pockets.

Down...
[chuckles]

Wait a minute. I forgot to
get it from Mr. Reeves.

Mr. Reeves!

How do you do?

I'm Roger Addison.
I live next door.

Oh. I'm just carrying my wife
across the threshold.

Well, aren't you going
in the wrong direction?

Yes, I am.
Oh, Mr. Reeves!

Would you mind?
I won't be long.

Mr. Reeves!

How do you do?
I'm Carol Post.

How do you do?

Well, now that we've met,
perhaps I'd better put you down.

Oh, no, no.
You see, it's bad luck.

Oh.

I got it, honey.

Oh, this way,
Mr. Addison.

I'm awfully sorry.

There we are.
[chuckles]

Oh! Ah! Here.

Whoa. How do you do?
I'm Wilbur Post.

- How do you do?
- Won't you come on in?

Not right now.

I have a feeling that
I might be intruding.

u,
Come on, honey. Let's go look at the rest of our estate.

All 200 feet of it?

Isn't this wonderful? I've never
lived in the country before.

Oh, you'll love it.

I lived in a place like this
when I was a kid.

Aha!

Now, there's something
you learn on a farm.

A rake lying on the ground.
That is dangerous.

Oh, well, sure, if you stepped
on it in your bare...

No, no, no. Not bare feet.
Not just that.

Why, if you were to step on
that, that could come right up and smack you in the face.

Oh, you mean it's dangerous
just to do this?

[gasps]

That is dangerous.

- Come on, hon.
- Oh, I'm sorry!

That's what I was telling
you about, honey.

This could be converted
into an office for me.

I figured I'd put
a skylight up there,

and right next to my drafting
table, we could build cabinets.

[whinnies]

- Carol, look!
- A horse!

But he wasn't here when we
first looked at the place.

Well, maybe he was outside.

How about that?
A horse!

- [whinnies]
- [screams]

Oh, let's get out of here!
Or get him out of here! Or do something!

Well, you two certainly are

the most affectionate couple
I've ever seen.

He-He tried to bite me!

I suppose that's all right.
You're married.

Oh, she means the horse.

Him? He doesn't bite.
He's just a mangy old nag.

[nickers]

As a matter of fact, that's what
I came to tell you about.

You see, the people who rented
this house before you bought it owned this horse.

Well, they had to leave
in a hurry, and they said

you can keep him, you can
sell him, do anything you want with him.

Oh!

We'll keep him.

Wilbur, of course not.
We'll sell him.

- No, we'll keep him.
- Sell him.

- Keep him.
- Sell him.

- Keep him.
- Sell him!

I'm glad to hear
you two arguing.

For a moment, I was wondering
if you were a normal married couple.

Wilbur, come here, honey.

We've gone to a lot of expense
to buy this house,

and we just can't afford
to feed the animal.

Well, okay, I guess--

You'll see I'm right.
I'll find a horse dealer in the phone book.

Look, I'm sorry, old fella.

I wanted to keep you, but...

Hey, do you have
any water?

Huh?

You know, I should never have
started cleaning you up.

The better you get to look,
the more I want to keep you.

Ah, let's get started
with the feet now, huh?

Maybe it's just hot in here.

Should open a window.

Mr. Parker, this is
my husband, Wilbur,

and that's the horse.

Why didn't you let him guess?

How do you do, Mr. Post?

I think I can take him
off your hands for $50.

Honey, you're making
a big mistake. This is a very intelligent horse.

We've been all through that,
dear. We'll take the $50.

All right. There you are.

Give it to her.

There you are, ma'am-- $50.

And I think we both
made a good deal.

This horse looks to be
in pretty good shape.

Just a minute.
This horse is lame.

Lame?

Lame, huh?

Well, the horse wouldn't be
much use to you like that.

There's nothing out of place.

Probably just a barn cramp.

Oh. Barn cramp, huh?

But of course,

if this horse were in real pain,
he wouldn't be holding his head so high.

The minute a horse is distressed
or off his feed,

first thing you notice,
that head goes right down.

Well, the animal is ailing.

Well, we can't take advantage
of the man, honey.

- Give him his money back.
- Well, honey...

Of course, he can't be
real sick.

If a horse can stand,
he's worth $50.

Well, I'll be.

Give me back my $50.

Horse trading is a thieving,
conniving, double-crossing business at best,

but this beats all.

Just a minute.

10, 20, 30,

40, 45.

Yeah, it's all here.

Wilbur, what are we
going to do now?

Honey, if the man
doesn't want the horse...

But, honey, how can we
take care of him?

Look at him. He's sick.

Maybe the S.P.C.A. can help us.
I'll go call them.

Carol. Carol!

Can you come over right away?

I'm afraid he's a very sick
horse. He's on his back.

Hello? Look, you can
forget about it.

The horse is
perfectly all right.

Thank you.

Wilbur, what do you mean,
the horse is all right?

Do you know that horse
was only kidding?

"Kidding"?

He was only pretending to be
sick so he could stay.

Wilbur, I know you
want to keep the horse, but this is ridiculous.

But it's true!

Why do you think
I winked back at him?

You-You winked back at him?

- Yeah, but he winked
at me first. - Oh, Wilbur.

Look, there is nothing
wrong with that horse.

Look.

All right, Wilbur.
All right.

You can keep the horse
if it means that much to you,

but stop making up
these fantastic stories.

- I love you.
- Well, prove it.

- Come in.
- Aren't you people overdoing this a bit?

She's letting me
keep the horse.

How nice. Now, what I came over
to tell you is this:

that I'm having some neighbors
over tomorrow night,

and I'd like to have you
come over and meet them.

- Oh, thank you.
- We'd be delighted.

If I were you,
I'd keep my door closed.

Now, you're gonna
stay after all.

Isn't that great?

Oh, I never thought owning a
horse could mean so much to me.

I guess it's because
when I was a little boy,

I wanted a pony.

Of course, it's been a long time
since I was a little boy.

It's been a long time
since I was a pony.

Who said that?

Oh, no.
That's impossible.

Did you say that?

Oh! How could you?

Did you say it?

Oh, I...
I didn't hear it.

How could I?

But I did.

Oh, that's impossible!
I don't believe it!

Now, while I'm looking
right at you, say something.

- Like what?
- Anything. Anything.

How now, brown cow?

Carol! Carol!

- Carol! Carol!
- What is it, honey?

- Carol, the horse!
- Down here, dear.

Carol! The horse!

The horse...

Better sit down, dear.

- The horse...
- Uh-huh?

He talks.

Wilbur, I told you
you could keep the horse. Now...

Look, look, I know it sounds
fantastic, unbelievable, but it's true.

The horse talks!

I didn't believe it
myself at first,

and then I made him say
something while I was looking right at him.

What did he say?

"How now, brown cow?"

The rake!
The bump on the head!

Oh!

Yeah. The rake. Yeah.

The rake!
That's what it was!

How do you feel?

Fine.

Carol!

Carol!

Carol? Sit down.

Carol, that horse talks!

You've got to go to bed and I'll
call the doctor and everything will be all right.

Come on with me. You're gonna
hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

Wilbur!

Wilbur!

Wilbur!

Wilbur, I'm worried
about you!

I'll prove it to you.
You'll see.

All right, say something.

Well? Don't just
stand there.

Say something.

Oh!

I know why he won't talk.
You've turned your back on him.

That horse is sensitive.
Now, Carol, will you please turn around?

This whole thing
is ridiculous!

Will you please
turn around?

All right.

Oh!

I told you
he was sensitive.

I wouldn't believe
that horse could talk

if the two of you stood there
and sang a duet!

Carol!

Why didn't you
talk to my wife?

I hate skeptics.

But you made me look
like such a fool.

You've got to talk to my wife.
Why did you talk to me?

Because I like you.

This whole thing
is fantastic.

I just don't understand it.

Don't try to.

It's bigger than
both of us.

- Hello, Mr. Addison.
- Oh, hello, Post.

I didn't recognize you without
your wife in your arms.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Mr. Addison, I... I'd like
to ask you something.

Why, certainly, Post, certainly.
Anything at all.

Oh, a cigar?

No, I haven't
got one with me.

No, no, no, Post.
I'm offering you a cigar.

Oh! Thank you.

You know, I'm sorry my wife
won't be back

from New York in time for
the party tomorrow night.

I did want you
and your wife to meet her.

Oh, fine.
We'll enjoy seeing her.

Post, I know we're both
in the same room,

but I don't think
we're in the same world.

Is there something
on your mind?

Yes, Mr. Addison, there is.

Well, sit down
and tell me about it.

Thank you.

Uh, Mr. Addison,

the man who lived in the house
before we did... Um, he rented from you.

- Mr. Oldfield.
- Yeah. Did you know him very well?

Oh, yes, indeed.
We were very close friends.

Did you ever exchange
confidences with him?

Yeah, quite often.

Did he ever tell you
about his horse?

No. What about his horse?

Did he ever tell you
his horse talked?

Oh, no. Oldfield said
a lot of funny things...

Would you repeat that, please?

He didn't say anything
about his horse talking?

No.

Did the horse ever
say anything?

No.

Did the horse ever
talk to you?

Uh-huh.

He's been talking to me
all afternoon.

I just realized
I'm a little tired.

I think perhaps a little rest
would do me good.

It might not be a bad idea
for you to get some rest too.

You see, I played 18 holes
of golf today, and that's a little too much for me.

Normally I only play 9,
and I'm a little fatigued.

Mr. Addison, the reason I came
over here is I need your help.

You see, I've got
a problem with my wife.

I can't convince her
that the horse talks.

I would say that
your wife had the problem.

...so frustrated is that
my neighbor, my wife--

my own wife--

I tell 'em I've got a horse
that talks, and they don't believe me.

Why should they?
It's ridiculous.

- But you do talk.
- Only to you.

Well, why only to me?

'Cause you're the only one
I ever liked

well enough to
talk to, Wilbur.

Well, thanks, uh...

Ed.

Ed?

What kind of a name
is Ed for a horse?

What kind of a name
is Wilbur for a man?

Ah, stop gabbin'
and get me some oats.

I'm starved.

Well, that's-that's right.

You do need some oats.
Yeah.

Oh, um, where shall
I get them?

Go to Duffy's
feed and grain store.

Wilbur...

Yes?

They give Green Stamps.

Oh! Honey, let me give you
a hand with that.

All right.

There we are.

Honey, what's wrong?

I had an awful time
at the market today.

What happened?

Everybody was talking about
the new couple that moved in, the Posts.

They said that the husband
thinks he has a horse that talks.

What did you say?

I said my name
was Mrs. Jones.

- Oh, honey...
- ( phone rings )

Look, dear,
don't worry about it.

These things have a way
of clearing themselves up.

Hello.

Hello, Post?
This is Mr. Addison.

I'm sorry, but the party
for tonight is canceled.

Goodbye.

That was Mr. Addison.

The party's been called off.

I knew it!
I just knew it!

- ( sobbing )
- Look, Carol...

Carol!

Don't call me Carol!
My name is Mrs. Jones!

( door slams )

Got to prove that
this horse t...

A tape recorder.
That'll do it!

- Hi, Wilbur.
- Hi, Ed.

What you doing?

Oh, just thought
I'd drop in, say hello.

That's nice.

You know, I'm very flattered
that I'm the only human being

that you picked on
to talk to, old horse.

That's swell.

Uh, can I get you some oats
or anything, old horse?

Nope. I'm fine.

Uh, can I open the window
for you, Mister Ed?

Nope.

Leave it closed.

Well, good night, horse.

Good night.

- Hey, Wilbur.
- What?

Nice gadget you got there.

Oh, yeah.
Yes, it is.

Tape recorder, huh?

Oh, well, yeah.

You might call it that,
I guess. Goodbye.

- Hey, Wilbur.
- What?

How you gonna convince anyone

the other voice
on that tape is a horse?

Huh?

Oh!

Oh, this is great.

All because you had to pick on
me to talk to.

Millions of people
in the whole world you could...

...and you got to pick on me.

Now everybody thinks
I've flipped my lid. Carol's heartbroken.

All because you pick on me
to talk to.

Wilbur, I can get you
out of this.

How?

Phone that
real estate man, Reeves.

Reeves?

You tell him what
I'm gonna tell you.

If I know Reeves, he'll run
right to Addison.

Well, then what?

Then your troubles
will be over.

Now, listen, Wilbur.

( no audible dialogue )

What do you mean, Post
doesn't want the house? He bought it, didn't he?

Sure. But he wants to make you
give him back the money without asking for it.

That's ridiculous.
The man's out of his mind.

That's exactly what
he wants you to believe.

That's why he told me
the horse talks.

Right.
Don't you understand?

It's the oldest trick
in the real estate game.

He wants to make us think
he's got a screw loose up here.

That way, you'll try to get him
out of the neighborhood.

I see. Well, he'll never
get away with it.

Mr. Addison, you tried to sell
this house for a long time.

There were no takers
at your price.

You leave it to me, Reeves.

I know how to handle Post.

Carol, will you
come downstairs?

- No!
- Honey, I'll make your lunch.

I'm not hungry!

Honey, there's nothing
to worry about.

Somebody just told me how to
straighten out this whole mess.

- Who?
- Oop!

Maybe you'd better
stay upstairs.

( doorbell rings )

- Oh. Hello, Mr. Addison.
- Hello, Wilbur.

- Come on in, sit down.
- Thank you. Thank you very much.

What a pleasant surprise.

( laughing )

Why, my horse just told me
a very funny story.

Funniest one I've heard
in years.

I'm still laughing about it.

Well, let me hear it.

Ah, well, these two fellows
were at a bar, you see,

and one of them says,
"Give me four martinis."

I know that joke.

- You do?
- Yeah, my dog told it to me.

Your... dog?

Well, your horse told it
to my cat, my cat told it to my dog,

and my dog told it to me.

How do you like the way
things get around?

- Wilbur...
- Yeah?

If I cut $2,000 off the price
of the house, will that make you stay?

- Two thou--
- Is it a deal?

It's a deal!

Now, Wilbur,
does your horse talk?

- No. Does your dog talk?
- No.

- Your cat?
- Hm-mmm.

You know, for a minute, I was
a little worried about you.

And I worried about you.

Oh, and by the way,
the party is not canceled.

- I'm expecting you
and your wife. - Oh, just a minute.

Carol? Carol!

I don't want any lunch.

Look, honey,
Mr. Addison's here.

He's inviting us to
the party tonight.

Really?
How wonderful!

Look, not only that,
he likes us so much

he's knocked $2,000 off
the price of the house.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Addison!

Oh, Wilbur.

Honey.

Well, this is where
I came in.

( snoring )

Ed, you asleep?

Not anymore.

Well, everything
worked out fine.

We went to the party. The ladies
invited Carol out to lunch...

- Wilbur.
- Yeah?

Good night.

Well, I haven't finished
telling you about Carol.

Good night, Wilbur.

Well, good night!

D
People.

Talk, talk, talk.

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