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THAT UNCERTAIN FEELING

Men have been rightly called the masters of the world.

Men have subdued the wild animals.

Men have penetrated deep into the jungle,

and have been able to look at the moon and the planets.

But there is still one place on earth where no man has ever set foot...

nor has been even permitted to glimpse.

- How are you darling? - It's gone.

- Come it goes. - How annoying.

- Believe me it is of no importance. - And yet it makes you so nervous.

I can only tell you what the doctor said to forget it not to worry.

Well, I'd worry.

Doctor Vengard! I repeat. Doctor Vengard is a man for you.

Don't let's go into that again. I will not be psychoanalyzed.

Oh, now, Jill. That's a very middle-class attitude.

- I'm perfectly normal woman. - Well, that sounds awfully dull.

My dear you mustn't say that about yourself, not even in fun.

Seriously, Jill, go to Dr. Vengard.

He certainly did wonders for Molly McLane.

Do you know she was suffering so from claustrophobia?

She couldn't ride in an elevator.

Can you imagine what that means to a woman living in a penthouse.

- And Dr. Vengard cured her? - He must to.

I read the other day and Winchell's column she ran away with an elevator boy.

Oh, Molly McLane?

- My name is Mrs. Baker. - I know, Mrs. Stalling told me.

You please be seated?

Mrs. Baker.

- Your first name? - Jill.

Jill Baker.

685 Park Avenue.

685... Park Avenue.

Your age, Mrs. Baker?

22.

I'm your doctor, Miss Baker.

- 24. - Thank you.

Doctor, I want be frank with you.

I'm absolutely certain there's nothing really wrong with me.

I'm sure you'll feel differently when you leave this office.

You see, most people don't know nothing about themselves. Nothing.

Their own real personality as a complete stranger to them.

Now, what I'm trying to do is to introduce you to your inner self.

I want you to get acquainted with yourself.

- Wouldn't you like to meet you? - No.

- You see, I'm little shy. - All right, what seems to be the trouble?

Well it's difficult to show you the symptoms at the moment because...

It comes and goes!

It comes, and it goes?

Yes. It's so unfortunate.

It's always the same whenever I see a doctor.

When I come it goes, and when I go it comes.

Mrs. Baker, whatever comes and whatever goes,

there's no denying it what worries you a lot.

So please drop all your inhibitions,

Release your inner self and speak freely.

What comes and what goes?

- Hiccups! - Hiccups?

Yes, whenever I get nervous or irritated I get the hiccups.

It's rather unpleasant and sometimes very uncomfortable.

Well, naturally it's a little early to make any diagnosis.

But you're apparently getting these hiccups because of a nervous condition.

Let's find out what causes that condition.

- Sounds plausible - Thank you.

Would you mind stepping into the next room?

Uh-huh. Well, there's nothing unusual in your childhood.

Let's examine your present life.

Let us look at it through a magnifying glass.

Let us examine every detail.

Mrs. Baker...

- You are married, aren't you? - Yes.

- When did you get married? - When I was Nineteen.

- How long have you been married...? - For six years.

- To the same husband? - Yes.

A-ha!

Doctor, please believe me, there's nothing wrong with my marriage.

You could go through all Park Avenue and you wouldn't find a happier couple.

Well, I'm sorry, but it's my duty to explore every avenue.

And especially Park Avenue.

- How old is your husband? - 35.

- His business? - He's vice president of an insurance company.

- But will you please leave my marriage... - A little pretty very well, just relax.

We'll talk about something entire different. Yourself had headaches?

- No. - How's your appetite?

Good.

- How do you sleeping? - Frankly, not so well.

- How does your husband sleep? - Very well.

Uh-huh.

Now during one of these sleepless nights, when you wriggle around restlessly,

and you look to your right what do you see?

My dressing-table.

And when you look to your left what you see?

- My husband. - Sleeping?

- Yes. - Hum-hum.

What are you trying to do? Break up my marriage?

No, just to wake up your husband.

Well, thank you. That'll be all for today.

Doctor, my husband has nothing to do with my sleeplessness.

It's just that I'm super sensitive to noises, sort of the slightest sound.

- Does your husband snore? - No.

But I must admit he breathes rather heavily.

Oh, he does.

I don't think there's anything I can do about it, after all, he has to breathe.

That's personal.

Well, Mrs. Baker I'm afraid your husband's ability

to sleep is too big a challenge for you.

It's rather like...

- Well, have you ever been on a diet? - Yes, a vegetable diet.

Well, how would you feel if you had to struggle with a few

raw carrots and have someone next you eating a big juicy steak?

- With the large baked potato? - Yes.

- My husband two weeks ago. - It didn't make you nervous?

No! Now that you mention it now that. I think of it is rather irritating.

- And not very considerate? - No it isn't.

After all, husbands expect their wives to keep their figures but on the other...

I would call it a complete lack of cooperation.

It is.

- Jill, dear. - Hello Margie.

Why haven't I heard from you.

- How you are dear? - All right.

He didn't know?

Oh Marge you shouldn't have sent me to that Dr. Vengard?

- Did you go back to it. - No, and I won't.

He's not gonna break up my marriage.

There's nothing wrong between Larry and me.

That's what I said.

- How people talking about us? - They wouldn't dare in my presence.

They know you and I are close friends and I've always defended you.

I know, dear.

Defend? Against what?

Well, not after all Town & Country called you the happy Baker's,

that's kind of sticking out your chin.

But how many of our friends have stayed married for six years.

Why shouldn't they call us "Happy Bakers"?

Why not! Your name is "Baker", isn't he?

Oh Margie. I've been perfectly miserable for the last two weeks.

I'm so marriage conscious.

Whatever I look at, whatever I think of I always

find myself connecting it with my marriage.

How I hate that Vengard. Yet, if I'm honest I must admit...

What, dear?

Well, if a wife looks at her husband through

a magnifying glass she's bound to see something.

Yes. I should think so.

Things I was never aware of before, things I never noticed.

- For instance? - Well, it's just an illustration but...

like the other morning...

You know how difficult it is for me to fall asleep.

But finally when I'm lucky enough to drop off...

promptly at 08:15 what do I wake up to? A gargle.

A gargle?

That's the bugle call of marriage. Gargle is reveille, snore is taps.

And what is there between?

At 9 a.m., he goes out of my life.

Oh my dear, isn't it the truth.

Oh I don't know what's the truth anymore.

I'm completely confused... and so uncertain.

I've always heard that the ideal marriage should be something of a mystery.

Your husband should remain a kind of stranger to you.

Someone whose acquaintance you would like to renew every day.

- Do you know what I mean? - Yes, dear.

Don't say anything.

Hello.

- Oh, Margie. - Oh, Larry.

- Hello darling. - Hello.

- How are you? - Fine, and you?

I'm okay.

- Have a good day? - Yes, and you?

- Good. - Anything new?

- No, with you? - Nothing. - Good.

I'll see you later.

Well, what could he say?

Why, of course, dear. There was nothing you and he frankly admitted.

Jill.

Yes, darling.

Are the Cooper's coming to dinner?

I don't know yet darling. I'll let you know as soon as they phone.

I wish you would because they're coming, I'll had to shave.

All right, darling, huh...

Now, I don't want to cause any trouble.

But cold facts are cold facts.

If Mr. and Mrs. Cooper come, that big awful-looking Mrs. Cooper, he shaves.

And if he has dinner alone with his wife he doesn't shave!

And if anybody should shave, it's Mrs Cooper.

I spent three and a half hours today at Elizabeth Arden's, but I don't rate a shave!

My dear that's the trouble with 95% of all marriages, husbands don't shave.

Don't men realize that a beard doesn't stop growing at eight o'clock.

- Larry? - Yes, dear.

- They're back. - Fine, they have a good trip?

- Who? - The Evans.

Say that reminds me that son of a gun promised to call me as soon as he got back.

I'll bet Connell's after him. About his annuity.

The Evans are still in Bermuda. The hiccups are back.

A jokes on me, huh?

How very cute!

Keeks!

Larry. When you came in just now you asked me if there was anything new.

Oh say there is something new and something very important to.

You know who's coming to dinner a week from Thursday?

The president of universal Mattress and the

President and secretary treasurer of United Furniture

and some other high executives of both companies.

Oh, good grief.

Oh! I know it's gonna be one of those nights but...

The Universal Mattress and United Furniture are emerged.

they're reshuffling their entire insurance account.

Of a tough man to crack as Kafka, Universal Mattress.

I'm done a little detective work, it's a Hungarian,

as a matter of fact they're all Hungarian.

So... so let's give the dinner a kind of Hungarian touch, huh?

- Now look, Larry. - Now listen, darling...

I don't expect you behave like a gypsy...

But let's hire a Hungarian cook and make him a wonderful goulash.

Kafka will love it!

I'm gonna get that insurance account if I have to stuff

that Hungarian like one of his own mattresses.

Oh, and to make him feel really at home.

Our foreign division manager took me out.

Just before they start to eat you say...

Egészsége... Egészségedre!

Egészségedre!

It means to your health or something like that.

It's just a little thing but you know how it is.

Success in business is fifty per cent hard work and fifty per cent the right cigar.

Egészségedre!

That's great, darling. Swell.

Only a little more cheerful. You know.

Egészségedre.

Egészségedre!

Oh, you mean Egészségedre!

Egészségedre!

Yes, that's it, that's it! That's great, darling.

Say... keeks!

- Larry? - Mmm?

- Why did you do that? - Do what?

- Keeks. - Wow...

- I've always do that! - Why?

Well, why does one do things.

But when you do it, what does it mean?

Is there some underlying thought?

- No. - No. Just a habit, isn't?

Yes, if you want to call it that.

Like scratching your head or patting your dog?

Would you do it to some other one.

I don't know... I've never tried it...

- But you do it to me? - Well, You are my wife!

And that gives you the right to poke me in the stomach whenever you want to.

- Darling don't you feel well? - Fine.

Larry, please don't keeks me anymore.

And so the "keeks" was gone out of another marriage.

That wasn't the dog, it was me!

- How'd you do? - How'd you do. Mrs. Baker.

The doctor Vengard will be a little later. I hope you don't mind.

Ugly, ugly.

- Aren't they ugly? - Who?

People... Is there anything uglier than a human face?

Bah!

- Do you mind if I smoke? - Not at all.

Do you smoke yourself?

Yes.

You haven’t got a cigarette, hey?

Yes.

Have any without tips?

- No, unfortunately not. - Sorry.

Phooey!

I changed my mind, I'll have a cigarette.

Thank you.

- Had you seen this doctor before? - Yes.

- How much he charged? - I really don't know. I have nursed.

You didn't have to.

Dr. Vengard just phoned, he'll be detained at least another half hour.

Another half hour?

Well, we have two alternatives...

We can read a magazine or we can talk.

- This is a lovely day, isn't? - Yes.

Well, that takes care of that let's forget it.

- Do I boring you? - Not, on contrary!

Let me warn you that I say what I think I'm a complete individualist.

Oh, really?

I'm against communism, capitalism, fascism, Nazism.

I'm against everything and everybody.

I hate my fellow man and he hates me.

- Sounds rather amusing. - So amuse you?

- My clown, hein? Pagliacci. - Oh, no I didn't say that.

All right, don't apologize.

- This Vengard, is a good doctor? - I'm sure he'll do a lot of good.

Why do you say that? What's wrong with me?

I really wouldn't know?

After all, I am not a psychoanalyst.

Mmm-hmm! What's wrong with you?

- Nothing. - Why you're here?

You don't go to psycho to have a tooth filled.

So, what's wrong?

I think we'd better read magazines.

All right.

Phooey!

I hate to bother you again...

but what does one have to do to be happy?

I think Dr. Vengard would know more about that than I.

More than you? Mrs. Baker.

The Happy Bakers!

- They not... - Do you know, Mrs. Baker,

this is the first time in my life I've ever met a really happy person.

- It seems to irritate you. - No, it makes me curious.

I've often wondered what it would be like to be happy 24 hours a day.

- It must be wonderful. - When gets used to it.

In the morning you are awakened by the Twitter of a little bird.

Before breakfast you and Mr. Baker dance a minuet.

Then the happy breakfast starts.

You are happy, Mr. Baker is happy...

The eggs are happy. The hens who laid the eggs are happy.

Now look here, my presence seems to annoy you, so I think I'll leave.

No. I'm sorry Mrs. Baker, but if you feel that way naturally it is I will go.

Oh no. I'm afraid you need the doctor more than I.

Are you sure, Mrs. Baker? You see that's an interesting question.

We're both here for the same reason, happiness.

One has not enough, one has too much.

Who needs the doctor more? That's interesting, isn't?

- Rather, but I don't like to discuss it. - Yes, I understand Mrs. Baker.

Well, I'm very happy to have met you. I'm very sorry if I've offended you.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Baker. - Goodbye.

- Phooey! - Oh, just a moment.

- Yes? - May I ask you a question?

Certainly. Yes.

What's wrong with that picture?

- Are you really interested? - Yes.

Sit down.

This artist saw no more in that tree...

than the camera which photographed the happy Mrs. Baker.

Only the surface... art goes much deeper.

You see, if I were a painter and I would have paint you...

I don't know what the picture would look like...

it wouldn't look like that photograph.

- Do I make sense? - Yes, quite a bit of sense.

- How do you do? - Thank you, Olivia.

- Hello Sebastian. - Hello.

By the way, my name is Sebastian.

Alexander Sebastian.

They mean anything to you? Be frank.

- Well, if you insist, no. - it's all right, all right why should it?

Look at the pictures.

"Number 15. Child With Trumpet."

- Not good. - I was afraid it was...

The artist hasn't found himself yet.

When he does, find himself where is he.

Child With Trumpet?

The child is all right.

But he missed very badly on that trumpet.

Didn't he?

- That won't live. - I hope not.

Phooey!

That's almost great.

- Who painted it? - A woman.

No man can be so malicious.

26. Eleonor Strode.

Portrait of Alexander Sebastian!

No use denying it, that's me.

That woman didn't paint me, she performed an autopsy.

She saw me.

Frankly, the whole thing looks to me like a puzzle.

A puzzle? That's correct. Good!

I was a puzzle to her but she was no puzzle to me.

And that's a revenge.

When I first saw that picture, I was terribly upset.

I don't blame you.

- What do these notes mean? - I'm a musician, a pianist.

Oh, a pianist.

And this pedestal here?

Well, that that indicates greatness.

Tell me, why didn't you put your statue there? Is there any reason?

There is. You see that little line?

You mean this line?

That's my whole trouble.

The line send me to Dr. Vengard.

Well you might as well know that I am inhibited, artistically.

- Let's have a drink! - Oh, just a moment.

- What about this clock? - A clock?

Yes.

- Never should be there. - Why?

Well, why...

That's a personal matter.

You sorry that you came here?

No, on the contrary.

It's also fascinating, it's a new world.

I can't quite grasp it.

Whatever you want to know about me just ask me.

That clock, shows 12:15...

It's 12:15 by accident or does it mean something?

It means something.

Let's stop talking about myself, let's talk about something else.

When is your next concert?

- Yes, when I overcome it. - Overcome what?

That little line...

- Oh, you mean the inhibition... - Yeah!

- You see, when I play... - Tell me...

- Is it 12:15 in the noon? - Midnight.

- Any particular midnight? - Mm-hmm.

Coming back to my inhibitions, when I play in a drawing room...

Pardon me. Was it eastern standard time?

- Daylight saving. - Summer?

Yeah.

Well, when I play in a drawing room for just one person the right one.

I'll be perfectly frank with you I don't think

there's a greater pianist in the world.

But as soon as I get in a concert hall, in front of an audience.

No, something gets lost. Those faces staring at me.

What right do they have to stare at me?

What right have they to listen to me just because they pay two dollars.

Some cases two fifty.

Why do I bother you with all this.

Oh, but I'm glad you did, it's fascinating.

You are a puzzle, Mr. Alexander Sebastian!

And don't you try to solve me, Mrs. "Happy" Baker. Come on.

There was a smell of goulash, at 685 Park Avenue,

when Universal Mattress and United Furniture

were about to invade the Baker home.

Mrs. Kafka... Mr. Jamucek.

Mrs. Jerash. Mr. Jones.

Jones? How a foreigner like that get in here tonight?

- This is Mr. Baker's lawyer. - Oh!

Well, I suppose you always have to have a lawyer hungarians.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

- How's the goulash coming? - Fine, Mr. Baker.

- Did a package arrived for me? - No yet, sir.

- Hello darling. - Hello dear.

- Anything new? - No.

- Have a good day? - Marvelous.

- All set for the big night? - All set.

- Remember your word? - Egészségedre!

Egészségedre! That's it. Good!

What is it?

Your package has arrive, sir. Albert just tell me.

Oh, fine.

A NIGHT IN BUDAPEST

Phooey!

- May I ask what are you doing here? - Waiting.

Oh, you're waiting.

Tell me, how soon do we have dinner?

- Dinner? - That's what I'm invited for.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Tell me, are you with Universal Mattress or United Furniture?

I'm not with anything.

Oh, playing both sides, huh, well, it's not such a bad idea.

Say, tell me how do you feel about Mr. Kafka.

Indifferent.

Huh, well I can tell you, nobody's gonna put anything over on him.

He's pretty smart. I think it's very clever that they've merged.

Merge your will out, won't it?

Look, you want me to enjoy this evening don't you?

- Why, yes. Certainly. - I'm come in.

This vase insults me, It's ugly, let's put it away.

Oh sure, of course.

The customer's always right.

Anything else in the room you like to change?

A lot.

Well, I think we're gonna have a very enjoyable evening.

I'll let you a little secret. We've got goulash.

- Goulash? - Yeah, goulash.

Scrambled eggs for me.

Only a suggestion.

Will you forgive me, I've not dressed.

Just continue to make yourself at home.

These Hungarians are certainly funny people.

- They come? - One of them has.

- Look, dear, aren't we dressing? - Why?

- Well, He isn't. - Oh, that is Mr. Sebastian.

Sebas...

- Who is he with? - With? He's against everything!

- He is an individualist. - Is he that rich?

He's not interested in money.

How do you know?

There It's Sebastian. Alexander Sebastian.

I told you the other day but that's the trouble...

You never listen to anything I say makes no impression.

Oh, I remember now, that piano player.

He's not a piano player, he's a pianist.

And pretty soon he'll be very important.

Someday you may be very happy to ensure his hands for hundred thousand dollars.

Look darling I'm giving this dinner especially for these Hungarians.

- Could he pay a premium? - I don't know and I don't care!

You know sometimes I don't understand you.

Here we've got a 500,000$, insurance possibility tonight.

I've gone to all this trouble get up a special and hungarian

evening for the president of Universal Mattress.

And you invite this piano player. You should know better.

Musicians and Mattresses don't mix.

Look Larry for six years I've been living insurance,

and I'm tired of being an annuity.

God I just myself spend one evening with

Rimsky-Korsakov or Stravinsky?

Rimsky-Korsakov, Stravinsky? Who else is coming?

Why didn't you invite the whole Philharmonic and

have them bring Dean Saylor along as commentator.

Oh alright, alright. Let's drop the whole thing.

You don't want him to play he won't play.

Play? Say, that's not a bad idea.

Maybe he could liven up the party, huh?

If Mr. Sebastian consents to play which I doubt,

but if he does consent it won't be Hungarian swing.

What will it be?

Something you'd have to pay $2.50 to hear.

- You mean like Carnegie Hall? - Exactly.

Not in my house! Not tonight!

What's this?

That's a reproduction of a painting I saw in art gallery.

- Do you like that? - I love it.

- Well, what's that? - Can't you see?

Listen, quit kidding me. What is it?

- It's a portrait. - A portrait? Of what?

Of a man!

Listen I know I'm just a poor ignorant insurance

dope and I don't know anything about Stravinsky.

But we've been married for six years and I

think I've made to you a pretty good husband.

When I ask you a question,

you still ought to do me the courtesy of

answering, you don't have to make fun of me.

Do you know who this is? The Grand Canyon!

- Is it here, Mrs. Kafka. - Thank you.

And that's why, Mr. Kafka, we're the only company for you.

It sounds very reasonable, let's talk about it after dinner.

Yes, need after dinner we'll have a good long talk right here, sir.

All right. Mrs. Baker.

Thank you, Mr. Kafka.

- Not even Lohengrin? - Especially not Lohengrin!

I'll give you all of Wagner.

Except one passage in Tristan. That's really good but you never hear it played right.

Perhaps someday I could hear you play it as it should be played.

Perhaps.

- I don't eat strawberries. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Is everything all right, Mr. Kafka?

Mm-umm, fine.

Egészségedre.

Egészségedre.

Egészségedre?

Egészségedre?

I thank you so much, Mrs. Baker, you make one feel at home.

That's what we call hospitality, Mr. Baker.

I didn't know she knew it. I won't she pick that up.

- What does that mean? - To your health.

- Oh, isn't that nice? - And she pronounced it so well.

- Egészségedre! - Egészségedre!

How come you should speak Hungarian?

Where you born, Hungary?

No, I study music in Budapest.

Budapest, oh Budapest!

I love that, what's the name of the street. Amdorusia.

I just got a call.

Kafka's launching of the Hudson insurance people tomorrow!

- It's tonight or never! - All right legally?

My office is working overtime drawing up the contracts.

All right, go right after them.

- Well, enjoy the goulash, Mr. Kafka? - Good goulash, very good goulash!

If your firm is as good as your cook, we might get together.

I'm glad you brought that up, now hear the details.

Yaraoshin, Lazlo, come here one minute After all, we are partners!

I want you to listen the Mr. Baker's proposition.

Well, gentlemen, here it is the nutshell.

Everybody, please, I have a treat for you.

Mr. Sebastian, who knows, a very well-known

pianist and he's kindly consented to play for us.

So, if you'd be seating.

- Does he have to play? - Don't worry.

- Mrs. Baker? - Yes, Mr. Sebastian.

Yes.

It's locked.

That's odd. Where is the key?

Who locked the piano? Where is the key?

I don't know? Is funny idea.

Why should anybody lock the piano?

The steward can do. Why should can be?

Where's the key?

As I'm saying, Mr. Kafka, my propositions are very simple.

But a very soundless...

- I broke it. - Don't worry.

I won't.

Now, Mr. Sebastian, please tell us.

What are you going to play?

Well, first I'm going to play...

- Mrs. Baker? - Yes, Mr. Sebastian.

All right.

I shall begin with a sonata Pathetique by Beethoven.

A sonata in 3 movements.

And afterwards, if I feel like it...

I shall paly the Sullivan variations, the 2nd theme of the 1st movement.

followed for my own variations...

on the Sullivan variations, the 2nd theme of the 1st movement.

How long is a sonata?

The only one I ever heard lasted three cigars!

It's a catastrophe, it's a disaster, Jones, we're sunk!

Alexander, stop it!

Please, don't!

No! No!

You know Jones I'm glad you got that clause

in the contract it saved our next. Another...

Wait a minute, I've got some fun.

- How do you do? - How do you do, sir.

- About that picture in the window... - Is it very good, don't you think?

- No fooling, what is this? - It's a portrait of a man.

Ooh!

Oh, well, certainly. What else could it be?

Excuse me sir, not everybody understands modern art.

Well, thanks.

If you're interested it's only 500 dollars!

500 dollars! Must be quite a man.

Well, it's not the man. He happens to be rather an obscure musician's.

- Musician? What kind of musician? - A pianist, I think.

Is it by any chance Alexander Sebastian?

Well, that's who it is. You recognized him.

He seems to be a friend of yours.

Wouldn't it be amusing to having with your home permanently?

Not very amusing!

A cheap guy like that...

- Who? - Him.

Goodbye Jones.

- Hello darling. - Hello.

- It's a nice surprise, for you? - Yes, very nice.

"Merry Farmer"? What's he so merry about?

Oh, darling you don't begrudge me a little music, do you?

Oh, no.

- Anything new? - Well, this isn't that enough?

Yeah, plenty.

- Had a good day? - Fine.

You've seen be feeling better these days.

Oh, yes. I slept 10 hours last night.

And Larry, my hiccups have completely disappear!

- Isn't that good news? - Yeah, very good news.

Are you still going to Dr. Vengard?

Oh, no. I don't need doctor Vengard anymore.

I'm so busy with my music and visiting art galleries

that I haven't even time to think of any doctor.

Oh! Isn't that wonderful?

You know? I'm beginning to see something in this.

Yeah, it starts to look like a man.

- Why did you say that? - Well, the other night...

Oh, you did that seriously.

I was only kidding. How could that be a man.

I was nervous about the dinner party

and I said whatever came into my mind.

I'm sorry, darling...

No, no. I don't agree with you, it does look like a man.

Now don't be stubborn. Can't you take a joke?

Well, what's this?

It's a meadow... It's called "Meadow and Spring".

- On spring, uh? - Yes.

And those little notes of music, what are they mean?

That's the Shepherd play his pipe. Shepherds play his pipe, don't they?

Oh, sure he.

And the clock at 12:15?

Oh, I don't know exactly what that means, but...

But I guess it's probably lunch.

The Shepherd eats and then he plays his pipe.

Really, darling, you talk as though you've never been in a meadow!

You see, in modern art they're trying to

break down the conventional forms.

They're trying to get away from what you expect.

It's all done by indication.

What are you doing?

Oh, just putting a mustache on the shepherd.

Knock that guy right through his piano.

But that'd be the worst thing you could do.

You just make a feel sorry for it.

Don't make a martyr for it.

You've got to look at this thing from a woman's angle.

Oh, wait a minute.

Miss Aikens. Would you come in, please?

Miss Aikens we want a woman's point of view on a certain situation.

Now, Mr. Baker has a friend and he is in trouble.

- Who, Mr. Baker? - No, the friend.

Oh. Mr. Baker.

Now, Mr. Baker has nothing whatever to do it.

Let's call the friend, Mr. Brown.

- Now, Mr. Brown has a wife. - Mrs. Brown.

Exactly. Mr. and Mrs. Brown have been married for...

How long?

Well, so 6 years... They live in Toledo.

6 years in Toledo! That's bad.

All right then, let's say in New York!

Now Mr. Brown is worried about his marriage.

Things are not going along as well as they used to.

- What kind of man is this Mr. Brown? - Very nice.

- Wouldn't you say so. - Yes, very nice.

- Is he attractive? - Very attractive.

- Don't you think so? - Yes.

And yet she's complaining?

Well, she's drifting away from him.

Yes, And he wants to get things back on the old basis.

- Who doesn't? - Yeah.

Now, Miss Aikens.

As a woman I'm asking you what is the right approach?

Well, I should say a mink coat would do the trick.

- She has a mink coat. - Then what is she complaining about?

Thank you, Miss Aikens. That's all.

Well, gentlemen you wanted to get a woman's point of view.

Just a moment.

Now, look here. Ms. Brown is interested in another man.

- Oh! Does Mr. Brown know? - Yes.

- Has he any proof? - Too much.

- Has he any witnesses? - No.

- Then he sunk. - Thank you. Mrs. Aikens.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Baker, but if there aren't

any witnesses, she's going to deny it.

If you want the woman's angle.

Miss Aikens, we're thoroughly satisfied.

Well I'm afraid I'm not the right person to give you any advice.

I probably have too much sympathy for Mr. Brown.

and not enough patience with Mrs. Brown.

We get cases like that every day.

The wife is bored. Marriage is just a habit.

But on the other hand she accepts

everything her husband gives her.

I think she ought to be kicked out.

Do I sound old-fashioned?

Now you let you know, Miss Aikens.

Well anyway, I think Mr. Brown is a pretty swell guy.

I've always thought so.

- Some woman! - Yeah!

She certainly had a couple of interesting angles.

- I don't notice them. - Good.

Now, Larry, you still love your wife don't you?

- Yeah! - Well?

Where are you going from here?

I have a dinner appointment with old C.K. Higgins at his club.

How can I sell insurance with this in my mind it's a big deal...

Now, listen. Forget Higgins, forget insurance, go home.

There is only one thing you have to sell: yourself!

The most important client you ever had in your life is waiting for you.

And the name is Mrs. Baker.

Now, you are the best salesman in the business.

There's nothing wrong with your marriage.

You just have to resell it once in a while.

- Not so easy. - Well, who said it was.

Was it easy to sell Hayling insurance in Southern California?

Just find the right slant. A new one.

Saving a marriage with a new slant?

A new slant.

Not a bad idea,

but what is the new slant?

That's what I'd like to know. What is it? What is it?

Selling a marriage with new slant...

Nice surprise...

Hello my genius...

Who are you going to be this evening?

Come tell you a little cadenza.

Are you Mozart, playful, tender?

Or are you the thundering Beethoven,

strong, fiery, unyielding?

Come on darling, tell your little Caden...

Ta-da! Guess who's here!

Guess who's here! Guess who's here!

It's Wotan, the God of the Gods!

Coming down to...

- Anything serious - No, she just fainted.

Oh, well, women always faint.

- Any particular reason? - No, no. She just thought I was a genius...

Then she found out I wasn't, it was too much for her.

Please make yourself at home,

I'll be right back. I want to get some salts.

Now, look, Baker. Let's get this straight.

There's going to be a very heated discussion. We're gonna insult each other.

It can't be avoided.

You're gonna accuse me of something which I'm gonna deny,

and you're not gonna believe.

So before this battle starts, let's get one thing straight.

I'm not going to fight.

My hands are my only livelihood and I'm not gonna risk them on your jaw.

Here Mozart, wake up your Cadenza.

- What happened? - Well, I...

You?

- You know what I thought? - Look, I think I...

Hello?

Hello, Jones, I'm still selling.

You're right, it needed an entirely new slant.

I think I've got a new one.

- Baker, I don't trust you. - Oh, come on, have a cigar.

Either you have something in the back of your mind that cigar stinks.

Oh, no, that's the same cigar I give my customers.

How old are you, Sebastian?

Not as old as you.

Mm-hmm, right in the prime of life, huh?

You're in good health?

Good enough even better after I've had dinner.

- But I'm not going to fight. - No, no, no. I don't want to fight.

But you might run into a husband sometime it wasn't my respect for great music.

Where would you be then?

Come on, Sebastian.

I'm gonna do something for you, whether you like it or not.

I'm going to insure your hands.

That'll give you a complete freedom of action.

It'll give me five percent and we'll both be happy.

I'm not going to fight!

No. I know. I understand.

You are an isolationist.

Isolate yourself over there.

You know the best part of this whole thing is that we...

Sit down.

We can write this hand insurance as a sub clause to your life insurance.

Life insurance? What do I want with life insurance?

I'm adjuring dependents and relatives.

Relatives? Phooey!

I'll tell you, you can leave it to my wife.

She can buy herself a beautiful brooch.

in the shape of a piano, with diamond keys...

and then every time she pins it on she'll think of poor dear Sebastian.

Believe me, if anybody should ensure his life, is you.

And right now!

- Now then... Where were you born? - I'm not going to fight!

You love my wife, don't you?

Love your wife, Baker?

So that's what you've been driving at?

Now I understand the whole thing.

Oh, really, Baker, you should be ashamed of yourself.

A great big insurance man like you.

Deal so successfully with human nature.

You should know better than that.

Naturally I think it was very attractive, very charming, she likes music.

- Is that thing loaded? - Yeah!

Oh, look Baker, get it out of your mind.

I don't love your wife!

Well, It's going to be a great day in musical heaven!

I can just see Beethoven calling over to Mozart:

Hey Mozart, dust off the piano look who's coming, the little genius.

- This is not funny! - This isn't funny either!

I love my wife. I've loved her for six years.

For six years we've been together.

And along comes a guy like you and breaks everything up,

just because you've nothing else to do.

I'm not gonna get away with it.

Love my wife honestly and sincerely...

and you'd come to me and told me about it.

Well, that would've been one of those things.

I'm not old fashioned. You're both felt that you would

have been happier without me, what can I have done.

Pack my suitcase. I wouldn't have to do this.

You know, Baker...

I can't had me worried there for a minute.

When you pulled out that revolver I thought:

"He's a conventional citizen no sense telling the truth to the man like that".

But now I see the real Baker. Modern up-to-date.

Baker, a I'm gonna open up to you.

Of course I love your wife!

- You sure? - Positive!

- Well, I won't have to shoot you. - I don't think it'll be necessary.

Well, we've got a clean cut situation on our hands.

You love my wife, my wife loves you.

Well...

Oh yea she does. I've seen it with my own eyes.

There's only one thing left for me to do...

Hello? Hello Jones. I'm still selling.

- Did I hit back? - No. - Good.

- Shouldn't have done that figure. - I know I'm sorry.

Shouldn't done it.

I slipped back into the old-fashioned Baker, I probably won't do it again.

I'm not gonna fight!

Hello, this is Laurence Baker. I want to reserve a room for tonight.

I'll be right over. Thanks.

Baker.

Are you really moving on?

Well, yes, certainly. I think I should leave the apartment of her.

You do?

Oh, yes, show me fair, don't you think so?

Yes, I think that seems to be the best approach.

I'm glad you think so.

No, no, no. I don't want there to be any bitterness.

I'm in a position to give her security.

To take care of her future.

But why not? She deserves it, don't you think so?

Yes, yes, yes, I do.

After all, she gave me the best years of her life...

Yes, I'll take some wonderful memories with me.

She's a nice girl, isn't she?

Yes, yes. Very nice.

- Well. she has her faults. - Well, who hasn't?

That's true. That's true.

She's a bit, Sebastian, if she should ever run

into one of our bad moods all you have to do...

Oh, no. Perhaps I better not tell you.

Come on, now. Don't act like little boy what is it?

- Oh, got a personal, all right. - Come on come on what is it?

Well, if she should run into whatever bad mood,

and you want to snap her right out of it.

There's only one way to do it.

What's that?

- Just Keeks her. - Keeks her?

- How do you do that? - Just...

Keek!

- She liked that? - Insane about it.

Thanks, Baker.

Keeks!

Now, about the cause of divorce...

According to the New York state law,

one of the parties must have a correspondent.

Oh, there must be some less embarrassing way.

Not in New York.

You don't have to do it I'll get the correspondents.

Oh, no, I wouldn't like to put you in that position.

Very much, all right.

- But why should you take the blame. - What's okay, it's quick and painless.

- Very have you, Baker. - Thanks, Sebastian.

That leaves the property settlement.

The following agreement has been reached between Laurence Baker

hereinafter referred to as the party of the first part,

and Jill Baker, hereinafter, referred to as the party of the second part.

It is understood that the party of the first part transfers title

to the apartment at Park Avenue to the party of the second part.

- What about the furnishings? - Yes, what about it?

Well I didn't understand it.

Oh, yes. I want everything transferred to.

To the party of the second part.

Can't we take that up later?

No, let's get everything settled now you're entitled to it.

- Now, look... - He's only trying to be fair.

- You're too generous! - No, that's fair.

That's all.

- Well. If there's anything you want... - No, no. I don't need anything.

- What would I do with it? - But Larry.

He lives in a hotel. Where would he put it?

- He won't have to pay storage. - That's right.

Well, I'll better change this.

- What's name? - Jones.

I don't trust him!

Well, here we are.

- Baker versus Baker. - Sounds awful isn't it.

Everything legal does.

Oh, about this correspondent?

- Yes? - Who's gonna be?

- I don't know. - Anyone in mind.

Mmm, I have several promising prospects.

- You have? - Mm-hmm.

Listen, honey, we can clear up the whole matter in about four weeks.

- Sounds pretty good. - Uh-huh.

- Tell me, it doesn't Mary Logan? - Mary Logan is a correspondent.

I do better than that.

After everything's straightened out I think I'll take a trip to South America.

Is it one of my friends?

No you know I never cared very much for your friends.

Someone I know?

Darling this is a divorce, not 20 questions!

- I'm just curious. - Oh no worry you can rely on me...

I will not disgrace the family name.

Larry, Do you really want this divorce?

- Why, should do, don't you? - Well...

Don't tell me you don't want it. I'd be a great disappointment.

After all you're seriously in love with Sebastian.

Otherwise you wouldn't... be here.

You're to find a person you've done all this just to fill out your day.

I've always believed that you're sincere. I still.

I'd like to take that memory with me.

I'm sorry if I hurt you...

You couldn't help it.

Don't worry There'll be no bitterness.

Funny, isn't it? For six years you were my husband.

Now the other party of the first part.

I used to be your Jill. And now I'm here and after referred to.

Well, everything's taken care of. What's the matter?

- What did you do? - Only mentioned some details...

I don't trust you, Baker.

Darling there's nothing to worry about. It's a very clean-cut agreement.

Alexander please I'm so nervous, can't you understand.

Of course, we all have our little moods.

Keeks!

Now let's read this again. "The following agreement...

Has been registry unless we can agree on the co-respondent.

- What's not a good business. - Darling it is...

Keep quiet! It's my business!

You're not gonna make me the laughingstock of

the whole town with some girl, a girl I don't even know.

Oh no, you're not gonna have that triumph, Mr. Baker. Goodbye!

- Keeks. - Don't do that, Baker.

Jill! Jill! Jill!

And that, my dear Mr. Jones, is what is known as

protecting your original investment. Let's get a drink.

- I think you softened that. - Softened her? Destroyed her.

She's going to come back and eat out of my hand.

And what I'm going to do to Mrs. Jill Baker,

hereinafter referred to as Jill lamb Baker.

If you want to buy a good piano chief Jones you can have it.

I gonna be difficult. I'm gonna be the mad dog of Park Avenue.

Hail Baker!

Mr. Jones?

Yes, Mrs. Baker.

About this co-respondent, what is the law require?

- Well, she... - You know in case I have the co-respondent.

Oh, well, you have to be found alone with him in your apart.

- And he with his coat off. - I see.

- Alexander? - Yes darling.

Are you willing to take your coat off for me?

Anything you say, darling.

- Oh, no! No! No! - Oh, yes.

- You mean you really want to do that. - I do.

You want to compromise me with that guy?

Ah-ha! You seem to forget Baker. That she's in love with that guy.

Keeks!

You brute! Alexander! Alexander!

Alexander! Snudge.

Snudge?

- Calling that snudge? - Come on, darling. There you are.

You'll be all right. Sit down here.

For six years I've been married to a brute and I didn't know it.

A divorce, yes, that's the only solution!

All right! Why don't you go to Reno?

- Yes, Reno. - I don't want to go west.

- Oh, darling, how are you? - Unshaken.

Would you establish residence in Pennsylvania?

Pennsylvania it's around Philadelphia isn't it?

- In the neighborhood, yes. - That's not bad.

They've got a good orchestra, easy to communicate with New York.

Very well, shall we say Pennsylvania?

All right, Pennsylvania, China. Anywhere let's get it over with.

Okay, let's look up Pennsylvania.

- Pennsylvania, Pen... - There.

That's!

Snudge!

You're going to get your divorce, if it's the last thing I do.

Section 10...

Innocent spouse may get divorce provided

the other spouse shall have by cruel and

barbarous treatment rendered life intolerable

and burdensome to send innocent spouse.

Sounds promising.

Shouldn't be difficult for you to be barbarous.

No, my innocent spouse.

- What do I have to do? - Well, let's call it a witness.

Let's see... My secretary.

- And first you to start a quorum. - With pleasure!

And then I'd say... Maybe you slap on the face...

Slap her face! Oh, no...

So, you can hit a man but you don't dare strike a woman?

- You coward you. - All right, I'll do it.

Very well. Let's rehearse the whole thing.

Now, here's the plan...

Miss Aikens you would come in, please?

Right away, Mr. Jones.

Now, remember. I start to dictate a letter.

As soon as I snap my fingers, you start the argument.

- And when you say... - You cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

- When I hit you. - Now, Baker.

- Don't let it stop. - Miss Aikens!

- Come in, Mr. Jones. - Sit down, please.

Take this, to Walter Kay Dovenmuller, Capitol City

Bank and Trust Company, Columbus Ohio.

"My dear Mr. Dovenmuller..." Now, let me see...

- So, you won't tell me? - Why, I wasn't there.

- My mother saw you! - Your mother gives me a pain in the neck.

How dare you say that about my beloved mother?

Your beloved mother... Poo!

- So, you won't tell me? - Why, I wasn't there.

My mother saw you!

Your mother gives me a pain in the neck.

How dare you say that about my beloved mother?

- You beloved mother, poo! - Who are you to poo my mother?

You mother? Do you know what she reminds me of...

Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!

Just a minute. Miss Aikens.

- I didn't tell you to leave? - Yes, for heaven's sakes, Miss Aikens?

Sit down.

Now read that back to me!

Mr. Walter Kay Dovenmuller, Capitol City

Bank and Trust Company Columbus Ohio.

My dear Mr. Dovenmuller.

- So you don't you like my mother? - No, and I don't like your whole family!

- Oh, you don't? - No!

I don't like your father. I don't like your brother.

and you know what your mother reminds me of?

Of you! That'll give you a rough idea when I think of your mother.

You cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

You cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

Come on.

What she can you cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

Yes.

Now look man, our whole happiness is at stake. One good sock.

Yeah! Have another cognac!

Now give it everything.

Read it back to me!

Walter Kay Dovenmuller, Capitol City

Bank and Trust Company Columbus Ohio.

- My dear Dovenmuller... - Yeah, my dear, as he is yeah.

Everything I said about your mother still goes.

- And double. - Oh, it does.

Yes, it does.

And I still say you're a cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

Oh, so I'm a cheap second-rate insurance peddler, Am I?

Yes, you are.

Say it again.

You're a cheap second-rate insurance peddler.

Phooey!

Come on, Baker. Pull yourself together. You can do it, swell guy like you.

Read back to me!

Walter Kay Dovenmuller, Capitol City

Bank and Trust Company, Columbus Ohio.

- My dear Dovenmuller... - My dear Dovenmuller.

Did you see that, Miss Aikens? A husband slapping his wife!

- Yes did you see it? - Mrs. Baker.

I am very sorry that this happens in my office.

- So am I. - Imagine that, husband hitting his wife.

He had to get drunk to do it.

- Goodbye, Mr. Jones. - Goodbye, Mr. Baker.

- What about Walter K. Dovenmuller? - Tell him I'm out!

Thank you, sir.

Come in.

- Oh, Albert. - Good morning, sir.

I hope you'll forgive me for disturbing you on Sunday.

- Not at all. - Have a late night, sir?

Yes. I've had a series of late nights.

I guess I'm not as young as I used to be.

Oh. I think you look very fit, sir.

Oh, thanks, Albert. How everything is going?

Oh, not so well, sir.

I came to ask if in your future plans you'd have any use for me.

- Have you left Mrs. Baker? - Yes, sir. I had to.

On account of that... musical gentleman.

In fact we all left, except Emma.

Then she, fortunately, is quite deaf.

- How is Mrs. Baker? - As charming as ever, sir.

Happy, I suppose.

You'll pardon me for saying so. I think she shows great courage.

- Hello. - Hello.

Where is Mrs. Baker?

- Judy! - Howdy, darling?

I got such a thrill when you called me.

Why shouldn't? Old friends like us. Sit down, Margie.

- How are you, dear. - Oh, I'm fine.

Are you going to Philadelphia?

- Oh, did you meet Alexander? - Yes, but I didn't want to bother.

- He is practicing for his new concert. - I understand.

- Does it disturb you? - No, no, no. I love music.

- Yes I'm going to Philadelphia. - And you're happy?

Oh, yes, very.

Because I'm still a little bewildered it's all so new.

- I guess it's all very exciting. - Yes, very exciting.

Being transferred from the business world into the world of art.

Nothing but Bach and Tchaikovsky.

That's Bach! I expected you see.

- You sure it doesn't disturb you? - Oh, no, no, no. I love it.

You don't have to be ashamed.

Not everybody likes Bach. So if you want him to stop.

No dear. I wouldn't think of it the whole thing. Sounds so very romantic.

Yes. Very romantic.

By the way, have you seen Larry?

Yes, yes. I saw him last night at Monte Carlo.

- Larry at Monte Carlo? - Yes.

Imagine!

Just a moment.

- Please, forgive me. - Of course.

What were we talking about?

So, you don't you like my music, hein?

- Alexander... - I make nothing but a lot of noise.

All right.

Phooey!

- Isn't it original? - Oh, very!

- I hope you don't mind? - Not at all.

I'd love to make him angry, he turns into a big grizzly bear!

It must be fascinating!

Jill.

The bear!

What is it?

Jill, there will be no more music today!

- No? - And I don't coax me.

And don't shushing me!

As a matter of fact, there'll be no more

Sebastian here today, at least not for lunch.

and dinner is very uncertain.

- Well, that's the way you feel about it. - It is.

Jill, I can be very impossible! Goodbye!

What fun. I really hope poor Larry has as good a time as I.

Well, when I saw him at the Monte Carlo...

Oh, yes. I suppose that was another one of those dull business evenings.

- Was it a large party? - No I'd say she was about your size.

- Oh, but she's attractive? - No, I didn't think so.

But George and Freddie thought she was terrific.

You know George and Freddie. But what do you care?

That's right. What do I care? Larry's entitled to have a little fun.

That's the kind of life he likes.

Hello?

Hello, Sally darling!

I feel pretty good, considering, what about you?

That's right.

No. I'm sure you took it with you when we left for the Montecarlo.

Wait a minute.

Hello? Yes, it's!

Right. Goodbye.

Hello.

You going to throw me out?

Jill, you shouldn't come up here.

- It's rather embarrassing. - Well, I'm just passing by...

- But after all, Sebastian minds out... - It's not about that...

But I do! A girl engaged to get married...

come to a bachelor apartment. And unannounced...

Just a moment.

- Well? - I seem to be intruding.

Look Jill, what do you want to see me about?

- Someone here? - What do you want, Jill?

- Well, I was driving by... - Oh, right on the 31st floor?

Well, you said you wanted some kind of remembrance and...

I'm on my way to Cynthia Knox's tea and I had to pass by so...

I picked up a few things.

Some snapshots of us taken together.

- You might be interested. - Thank you.

- Aren't you looking at them? - Oh, yeah!

That's the first time we met us, when are you sitting in my lap,

wedding, honeymoon. That's very nice. Thanks.

Any else?

I heard you were you at the Monte Carlo last night?

Sleepy, uh?

Yes.

- Give my regards to Cynthia Knox. - Who?

You were on your way to Cynthia Knox's tea?

Oh, yes, yes!

I like your apartment, Larry. It's lovely.

Charming, yes. Very, very charming.

In such good taste... Pretty.

So cozy. Lovely curtains!

Such a beautiful view!

Yes, such beautiful view...

I'm sorry, that was rather foolish.

Please forgive me.

Larry, I did make quite a mess of things.

Oh, everything turns out to the best.

- You can't mean that, Larry. - I can and I do.

Larry, please don't let me go to Philadelphia!

Please, don't.

Oh, madam has changed her mind!

She gets a little tired of marriage and she walks out just like that.

What does she care she makes a fool of her husband.

How much she hurts him.

And she gets a little tired of piano music and she comes back and says

always just a little flame of mine so please talk back to the old homestead.

You break up a whole life and then think you can

put it back together again and one afternoon.

Oh, no. It's not that easy!

I didn't expect it to be easy.

To tell you what I think of you it will take more than just one afternoon.

- How about dinner? - Dinner?

Couldn't we just have dinner together tonight?

I'm sorry. I'm engaged for dinner.

- That girl... - Yes, that girl, I don't like your tone.

I'm sorry.

First you're trying to mess up my life now you want to spoil that girl's Sunday.

Sally doesn't get every day off, you know, Sally works hard.

Oh, she does.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

She doesn't have everything dumped in her lap like you.

She hasn't time to go to crazy art galleries play around

with second-rate musicians and go to psychoanalysts.

She hasn't a husband to pay for her complexes.

Sally's a mighty fine girl. Much finer than your Mr. Sebastian.

Just doesn't wear your shirts either.

- Did take? - Oh, skip it..

Here... You promised to love me and to obey...

And here...

- That's the first time we met. - That's an awful picture me!

But you were a fine girl. I didn't bore you with my insurance then.

You listen to everything you wanted to know everything about me and my work.

- You wanted to help. - Oh, Larry.

And here...

Do you remember what you said to me?

I'd love to say it again, Larry, if you'd give me a chance...

- Just to forget it again... - No, Larry, never again!

I swear. There's no use pretending.

I'm defeated.

Gee!

I always remember that tree in front of our hotel window.

And the funny old Italian waiter.

- It wasn't there! - Oh, yes.

No, he won't.

- Here! - That's right! that's the Frontport.

- Our first breakfast. - Yes.

Oh Larry, couldn't really have dinner together?

- Not tonight! - Why not?

- Sally. - Let me talk to her.

- Oh, no. - woman to woman, she'll understand.

- No, no. - Please, Larry.

Well...

You don't deserve it, but I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, darling.

You stay right here!

It's gonna be very tough!

Sally Aikens? Aikens?

That girl!

Keeks!

How'd you do, Miss Aikens?

Oh, hello, Mrs. Baker.

Nice to see you...

Mr. Baker would have loved to have seen you but unfortunately he's busy.

Oh, he asked me to give you your handbag.

Oh, yes. I forgot it.

I was doing some secretarial work for Mr. Baker.

Oh, secretaries work on Saturday night?

- Oh well I'm a notary public. - Oh, I see.

- And you brought the seal? - Oh, yes.

And trained seal. Good bye Miss Aikens.

Goodbye. This is very kind.

Sweet. Sweet.

Looks hopeless.

It's much more serious than I thought.

That girl's really in love with me!

- She adores me. - I don't blame her.

She says she can't live without me. Well, I believe her!

And I'm to. It's understandable.

You are very wonderful!

Oh, yes, yes, you are.

- How about dinner? - But you know I can't.

What about after dinner?

Do you want to see her out of consciousness?

- Oh, no, no. - Well there you are.

You are right, it's hopeless...

It was too bad Jill. Everything could have been so marvelous.

There's no reason we couldn't really have been happy.

Yes, But it's too late now. Looks like the end!

Goodbye, Larry! And good luck!

Good luck...

I'll talk to her again.

Mrs. Baker at home?

- Yes. - Never mind.

Guess who's back?

It's Wotan, the God of Gods, coming back on Earth!

A little bit softer, please!

Phooey!

And the hiccups never came back.

Subtitles: Kilo