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[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous
Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

[Mister Ed grumbling]

He spends our money
on everything but me.

- Ed, stop brooding.
- Well...

Just because some
pretty little filly

snubbed you in the park.
You can't win them all.

I gave her
my personality smile,

and she just laughed at me.

Well, maybe she goes for
those tall black horses, huh?

She didn't like
the way I dress.

Ed, let's face it.
You never were a clothes horse.

I've got the sloppiest saddle
in town.

It's old. I'm ashamed
to be seen in it.

Ed, I am not gonna buy you
a new saddle

just because some horse
gave you the cold shoulder.

They're too expensive.

Well, you've got money
for your wife's ballet lessons.

That's right. And when you
take up ballet,

I'll gladly pay
for your lessons, too.

[laughs]
Look, Wilbur.

It's been years, and it's all
beginning to come back to me.

- That's very good, Carol.
- You see, every ballet figure has a meaning.

Now, this means
the ballet dancer

is happy and excited.

Ah. You know what this means?

It means the husband
is hungry, and get lunch.

Oh, can you just wait
a little while?

Our teacher is due
over at Kay's any minute.

You see, I talked her
into taking ballet lessons, too.

Oh, it's the greatest way
to exercise.

We both want to lose
about 7 or 8 pounds.

You keep that up, you'll have
the skinniest toes in town.

Carol, the ballet teacher
just arrived.

My dying swan
is waiting for you.

Thanks, Rog.
Say, how did you like Kay in leotards?

She looks
like a plucked chicken

trying to wriggle off
a butcher hook.

I'll tell her what you said.

- You had your lunch?
- No. Why?

I think you just
lost your dinner.

Well, the way Kay cooks,
my loss is my stomach's gain.

You know, the darnedest thing
happened to me today.

What?

Well, quite some time ago,

I sold a piece of property
to a fellow named Barney Harris.

He manages wrestlers.

Well, now he tells me
he can't make the last payment.

- But he's made me an offer.
- What's that?

He wants to give me
a wrestler.

Now, what am I going to do
with a wrestler?

If he can cook,
you got a good deal.

Who is this wrestler, Rog?
Anybody we know?

It's a fella
named Tiger Davis.

And according to Barney,
this kid could be a champ.

No kidding?
Hey, that might be a good move.

You know, these wrestlers
make a lot of money.

Say, then you think I better
take Barney's offer, huh?

Well, let's not be
too hasty, Rog.

I mean, I-- I happen to know
a little bit about

this wrestling game.
[chuckles]

I ever tell you that
I was once the intercollegiate wrestling champ?

Two minutes after you
were introduced to me.

No, no, no.
I don't think so.

Roger Addison,
wrestling manager.

No, no. My friends would think
I'm some kind of a nut.

Why not? I mean, it might be
very exciting, colorful.

Get your name
in the paper all the time.

Be interviewed on television
with Tiger Davis.

Open up a whole new world
for you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, do you wanna buy
a half-interest in The Tiger?

No. My friends would think
I'm some kind of nut.

I'll tell you
what I'll do, Roger.

I'll go take a look
at this wrestler for you and give you my opinion.

Fine. He's working out
at McCleary's Gym.

We could drive down there
right now.

- I better go up
and get changed. - Good.

Oh, let's just hope

that this Tiger doesn't
turn out to be a pussycat.

Oh, Tiger. Tiger.

Yes, Mr. Harris?

Mr. Addison phoned
and said he's coming down to look you over.

Start warming up
with Big Boy here.

Mr. Harris, can I have
a sandwich first?

I had such a light lunch.

You've already had
12 light lunches today.

Now, look, Tiger,
you've got to stay in condition.

You eat too much.
Okay, boys, let's wrestle.

Come on, Big Boy.
Get in there.

Mix. Move it around. Come on.

That's it. Move it.

Mr. Harris, can't I have
a corned beef sandwich?

What?

On rye?

And a lot of mustard, huh?

There he is, Wilbur.
That is The Tiger.

- Top or bottom?
- Bottom.

Come on. We can
beat the traffic home.

Hey, wait. He's up.

That's the way
to do it, Tiger.

Hi--

Somehow I don't think
he's got the stuff

that champions are made of.

- Hello, Roger.
- Hello, Barney.

- Nice to see you.
- Thank you.

Barney Harris,
this is Wilbur Post,

and Wilbur is my next door
neighbor.

- Mr. Post.
- How do you do?

Barney is The Tiger's manager.

Oh, Wilbur won

the middleweight
wrestling title in college.

- No kidding.
- Mm-hmm.

They used to call me
Killer Post.

Hey. Look.

Hey!

Well, Wilbur?

Now what do you think
of my wrestler?

You mean our wrestler,
partner.

Ha ha. I knew
you'd change your mind

once you saw him.

Barney, we've got a deal.

Good. I'll get the contracts.

Oh, Tiger. Tiger!

This is Mr. Addison,
your new manager.

He's going to take over
your contract.

Hiya, Tiger.

I'll do my best for you,
Mr. Addison.

This is his partner, Mr. Post.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Whoa!

Get up, Wilbur,
and stop showing off.

All I said was hello.

How about that Tiger?
Isn't he great?

I'll get the contracts.

You're my new managers, huh?

That's right, my boy.
We should be able

to go all the way
to the top together.

The important thing is for you
never to be on the bottom.

I get it, Mr. Post.

Where can I bring
my clothes and stuff?

What do you mean?

Now that I won't be
living with Barney,

I guess I'll be
staying with you.

Uh...would you excuse us
a moment?

Sure.

Wilbur, what's the chance

of Tiger Davis
staying with you?

Pretty good.

There's not much chance
of Carol staying with me.

You've got a bigger house.

I've also got a bigger wife.

Now remember,
I made you a partner.

So did Carol.

And I've been doing
business with her

a lot longer.

Why don't we
just tell the girls

and let them decide?

Okay.

But I got an idea

there's going to be
three new faces

at the YMCA tonight.

Kay. Big Daddy's home.

Now,

I've had more experience
handling women.

Let me carry the ball.

Okay, Rog, you carry the ball.

If you want me, I'll be
hiding in the locker room.

Do we have some exciting
news for you girls.

Wilbur and I have just made
a fabulous investment.

So I look like
a plucked chicken

trying to wriggle
off a butcher hook.

Oh, what was this fabulous
investment?

Well, it may sound
like a rather strange business venture,

but it can be very profitable.

Wilbur will tell you
all about it.

Oh.

Oh, you're very good
at carrying the ball, Rog.

You're not bad
at passing the buck, either.

Wilbur, what have you
and Roger done?

- We want the truth.
- Well--

You're lying.

You'd better let me
take over, Big Daddy.

The whole thing
is very simple, you see.

Rog and I just chipped in,
and we bought a wrestler.

They bought a wrestler.

We should never have
taken them off the leash.

There's a lot of money
in the wrestling game, girls,

oh, and you'll like The Tiger.

You bought a wrestler
and a tiger?

What is it, a circus act?

No, no. That's his name--
Tiger Davis.

He's a very promising
heavyweight,

and Rog feels that we'll
make a fortune with him.

He'll be dropping by
any minute now.

We have to decide whose house
he's going to stay at.

What?

I'm not going to have
any hairy ape

running loose around my house.

Well now, that sort of narrows
it down, doesn't it, Rog?

[doorbell rings]

Must be The Tiger now.

What are we going to tell him?

That we don't have
any room for him.

I'll tell him myself.

Hello. I'm Tiger Davis.

You must be Mr. Addison's
daughter.

Why, no.

I'm his wife.

I'm sorry.

Why? That's the sweetest
thing I've heard in years.

Won't you come right in,
Mr. Davis?

Right in.

Hello, Tiger.

Hello, Mr. Post.
Hi, Mr. Addison.

Tiger, I want you
to meet Mrs. Post.

This is Tiger Davis.

[snap]

I remember you, Mrs. Post.

Two years ago.

The Miss Universe contest.

Oh. Well, thank you.

But that was someone else.

Well, I'd better
get your room ready.

Uh, don't bother, sweetie.

We have more than enough
room here.

Well, actually, Kay,
if Carol doesn't m--

You stay out of this, Father.

Well, how about
that barn back there?

I get up pretty early.

I wouldn't want
to bother anybody.

Yeah, we could fix it up.

I'm sure Ed wouldn't mind.

I get along with everybody.

Does he play gin?

Ed is my horse.

He doesn't play gin,

but I wouldn't
let him talk you

into any poker games.

You're so thin
to be a wrestler.

Uh, have you had lunch yet?

Oh, please don't bother.

- I don't eat much.
- Oh, no bother at all.

You've got to keep
your strength up.

We've got lots of cold cuts.

And I have some potato salad.

I'll bring it right over.

Only way to get a meal
around here

is to be a wrestler.

I think our Tiger
has found himself

a couple of mother hens.

If I got to wear
an old saddle,

it's got to be a clean one.

Not too hot, not too cold.

Might as well rinse out
my undies, too.

♪ Oh, this is the way
we wash our clothes ♪

♪ Wash our clothes,
wash our clothes ♪

♪ This is the way
we wash our clothes ♪

♪ Every Monday morning ♪

- What are you doing?
- My laundry.

[Mister Ed humming]

That is your saddle.
You'll ruin it.

And then we'd have to buy me
a new one, wouldn't we?

You're not getting a new one.

Aw.

And just remember,
this soggy saddle

is going on your back.

And your pants.

Honestly, Ed, just because

a few fillies
pass you up in the park,

you act like a spoiled child.

- Who does?
- Ed. He sometimes--

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Uh, Tiger,
did you have enough lunch?

Oh, yeah.

Your wife and Mrs. Addison
really stuffed me.

I couldn't eat another bite.

What time's dinner?

6:30.

Uh, Tiger,

I think you should be
cutting down on those desserts.

We've lined up a match for you
with The Apache Kid

- a week from this Thursday.
- The Apache Kid?

You mean Hymie Rosenblatt.

I'll kill him.

This is Ed, huh?

Hi, fella.

Ohh!

You, uh, like horses, Tiger?

Oh, yeah. This is
a great-looking fella.

Ohh!

You and me's gonna get along
just fine.

Just fine.

Tiger, are you all right?

Yeah, fine.

I guess I scared him.

Uh, a little road work
will dry me right off.

I'll see you later, Mr. Post.

Bye, fella.

Ed, why did you
knock him down?

Self-defense.

He was beating my brains out.

Who is he?

He's a wrestler. Tiger Davis.

Mr. Addison and I
bought his contract.

Uh, he's going to be staying
here in the barn with you

for a little while.

Oh, no.

I'll wind up
with a cauliflower tail.

Look, Ed,
I'll make a deal with you.

You let him stay here,

and I'll buy you that saddle

with the winnings
from his first match.

Okay. Let's shake on it.

Chow time.

Gee, Mrs. Post,
that looks delicious.

Oh, good.

Are you feeding him again?

He just had dinner
at the Addisons'.

Well, nothing looks worse

than a bony,
undernourished wrestler.

The way you're stuffing
The Tiger,

we're going to wind up
with a hippopotamus.

Have another stack
of pancakes, Tiger.

Oh, boy.

Gee, Mrs. Addison,

you sure make me feel at home.

Where's the morning paper?
I le--

Don't tell me he ate it.

He eats more than that elephant
you had in there.

The more weight the better
when it comes to wres--

Shucks, Mr. Addison.

Wilbur, I told you
to speak to him

about eating between meals.

I did, but he's never
between meals.

He's always right at them.

We've hired Gorilla Gomez
to work out with you today.

Now come on, get with it.
Where are your trunks?

I'm having them let out
a little.

I knew it. I knew it.

Go put on your robe.

I'm having that let out
a little, too.

Tiger, I just bought
some fresh doughnuts from the bakery.

Gee, thanks, Mrs. Post.

No, you don't.
You give me those doughnuts.

They won't hurt me, Mr. Post.

I'm in great shape, honest.

No, you are not.
Now give me those doughnuts.

Let go of those doughnuts.

Aah!

- Ahh!
- Here, Rog, take them.

Aah!

Now, Tiger, you've got
a fight next week,

and you've got to get
into condition.

I am in condition.

Please let me up, Mr. Post.

Not until you promise
that you'll start training.

Mr. Post,
you're hurting my arm.

I am?

Wilbur, get off.

Roger, make Wilbur
let Tiger up.

Wilbur, you let--

Tiger, I order you

to throw that bag of bones
off your chest.

What's going on here?

Mrs. Addison, help me.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm going to my room
and have a good cry.

Save me a handkerchief, Rog.

What happened?

I'm afraid
the boys were right.

He's in no condition
to wrestle next week.

And it's our fault.

I guess I have gained
a little weight.

And I know just the way
he can take it off.

nK
The very best way.

And sway, 2, 3,

and jêté, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Glissade to jêté, arabesque.

Kay.

Glissade to jêté,

arabesque.

Very good.

Excellent.
And in such a short time, too.

I've never seen
such natural ability.

It's a lot more fun
than working out in a gym.

And you couldn't ask
for nicer sparring partners.

Shall we all assume
the first position?

Ready? And plié.

And step, 2, 3,

and jêté, 2, 3.

- You were right.
- Shall we all assume the first position?

The Tiger is a pussycat.

- Ready?
- A fat pussycat.

Not for long.
Ask Miss Canfield.

Ballet's the quickest way
to lose weight.

And wrestlers are the quickest
way to lose money.

It's a great way to tone up,
Mr. Post. Look at this.

[Women applauding]

Rog,

let's just try
to think of this

as something we'll
look back on someday

and laugh about.

Congratulations.

You ladies have just become
the proud owners

of whatever it is.

Tiger's match
goes on at 8:00.

And the services
will be at 8:02.

Don't send flowers.

Just make a donation
to your favorite bakery.

And how about that new saddle?

I told you, Ed.
If Tiger wins,

I'll buy you one out of my
share of the purse tonight.

I have a feeling

the fillies will still be
calling me Raggedy Ed.

Well, no use putting it off.

Hi.

Come tCHo see our boy get it?

You'll excuse me if I
seem a little nervous.

This is my first execution.

What worries me
is how are the girls

going to carry him
home tonight.

It'll be pitiful, pitiful.

First time Tiger
hits that floor,

there's going to be a fallout
of fat for 30 miles.

Here he comes.

[audience booing]

[Announcer]
If we might be a little candid,

I would say we should have
Swan Lake being played

instead of the accompaniment

of the hoots and cheers
of the crowd.

[booing continues]

The Apache Kid can't wait

to get his claws
on this young fellow.

Tiger Davis seems to be
showing a little reluctance

about coming
out of his corner.

The referee is checking him

for any apparent,
uh, body ointments--

oil, we mean.

[bell clangs]

There's the bell
starting the match.

Now maybe we can see

what Tiger Davis will do
when the chips are down.

Wham. He really hit him
that time.

Every time he hits him,
jú he hurts his hands.

And he had
rather tender hands.

Tiger has
a remarkable agility,

and of course he's
just about as loose

as any athlete
we've ever seen.

There goes a really
graceful leap,

sort of a arabesque
on the bias.

The Apache Kid is one

of the toughest guys
in the business,

but he can't quite figure out
young Tiger Davis.

Tiger Davis is riding

in the third race
at Santa Anita,

and he's just turned his steed
in the right direction--

heading for home.

Stop, Tiger.

Might lose
a couple of fingers.

[crowd shouting]

The Apache Kid
got spanked for that.

"Naughty, naughty,"
says Tiger Davis.

You know, Tiger Davis
is really a rough, tough little guy,

and he has a brand-new
approach to the game.

No kidding about that.

The Apache Kid has never seen
anything like this before.

Neither have we,

and, uh, I'd hazard a guess,
neither have you.

Pirouette scissors
by the ankles,

and The Apache Kid
almost lost his beard

on that little bit.

Here's the count.
1, 2, 3--

- [bell clangs]
- Tiger Davis, the winner.

Hey. What?

Ah, Wilbur, we can't miss.

We'll take him on tour
of the country.

New York, Chicago,
Philadelphia,

all the top arenas.

I always figured
he had it, Rog.

I knew there was a wrestler

somewhere under
all that blubber.

[door opens]

Did you see it?
Were you watching?

Wasn't he wonderful?

We didn't miss a step.
He was great.

I've never seen
anything like it.

And you girls
deserve all the credit.

And you g--
I was just going to say it.

Oh, where is that grand boy?

We've got wonderful plans
for him.

So does Mr. Luellen.

He's giving The Tiger
a two-year contract

at a thousand dollars a week.

We're rich. We're rich.

For his birthday,
I'll buy him a mink tutu.

Wait a minute.

This Mr. Luellen,

what is he,
a wrestling promoter?

Oh, no. He owns
a ballet company.

A ballet company?

Uh-huh. He thinks
The Tiger has great talent,

and he's going to make him
a ballet star.

Well, we've lost a Tiger, Rog,

but the world
has gained a swan.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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