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When is Daddy coming home?

In about a week.

When is a week?

Ooh...

about seven tomorrows.

Now, you be a good girl and eat your dinner

if you want Daddy to bring you a surprise.

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[CRASH]

What's that?

You finish your dinner.

I'll see who it is.

One more time.

Oh!

Aunt Clara!

[CRASH]

Oh, my stars.

Hooh!

Oh. Ha, ha!

That could gave you quite a headache.

Especially if you already have a headache.

Ha, ha! Yeah.

What the matter, Aunt Clara?

Oh, oh, it's Ocky.

Your boyfriend?

My ex-boyfriend, if you don't mind.

Again?

This is the third time he's run away

with some empty-headed witch.

And I told him

that under no circumstances

would I ever take him back.

Well, good for you.

The problem is now...

suppose he takes me seriously?

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[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Oh, hi, Larry. - Hi, Sam.

I was just driving by, and I thought I'd drop in,

see how you were doing.

Just fine.

How's everything with you?

Terrible.

Boy, I can't wait for Darrin to get back.

Come on in, and tell me what's wrong.

Hm.

Did Darrin ever talk to you about Mishimoto?

Uh...

Not that I remember.

Well, Mishimoto is one of the biggest

television manufacturers in Japan.

And we've been corresponding with him

almost eight months about our handling his account.

And I just got word that he's flying in

from Tokyo tomorrow to talk to us.

- Well, that's good, isn't it? - It's terrible.

You know Louise is away.

How am I going to entertain him?

I can't take him to a restaurant.

No, of course not.

Why not?

Because to an Oriental,

being invited to dinner at someone's home

has an, uh, important significance.

LARRY: And I wouldn't want to get off on the wrong foot.

Especially since the account

will probably be assigned to Darrin.

Oh.

Well, Larry, why not invite him here?

Here?

Well, that never occurred to me. [CHUCKLES]

Oh, Sam, I couldn't ask you to do that.

I'd be pleased to.

W-what do you serve a Japanese visitor?

Japanese food he may be sick and tired of,

or Western food he might not like?

Sam, I just happened to phone Mishimoto's secretary in Japan

and found out that his favorite dish

is Hung Ai Wan Goo Rash.

Clever?

Very.

What is it?

Who knows?

Do you want me to make...

Um, Hung Ai...Wan Goo Rash

without a recipe?

Sam, you are not dealing

with an amateur, you know.

Japanese recipes.

All you have to do is look it up.

I see.

Boy, am I glad I dropped in.

Well, you sure dropped in well-prepared.

This is gonna be fun.

Aunt Clara can help me.

Good girl.

Sam, I'm putting you in my will for this.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Bye. Bye-bye, Larry.

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- Here. Taste this. - Oh.

Mm... Myeah... What is it?

It's the sauce that goes on the raw fish.

[COUGHS]

Well, I'm just about set.

Oh, want to check up on the table?

Oh, sure. Yeah. All right.

Aunt Clara, I thought you set the table.

AUNT CLARA: I did.

You're in the wrong room.

What?

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Ha, ha!

Oh.

Well, my dear.

A Japanese dinner doesn't taste Japanese...

unless you're sitting on the floor.

Well, you certainly get "A" for effort.

You know, I've been thinking.

Why not go the whole hog?

Pardon?

Aunt Clara!

Oh?

Is it not becoming?

Oh, y-yes.

It's lovely, very, but...

since I'm not wearing a kimono,

you might stand out.

Do you follow me?

Yes. Yes.

- Well-- - [DOORBELL]

There they are.

I hope you don't mind.

I don't mind at all.

Well...

Hello, Larry.

You didn't tell us

this was going to be a costume party.

It was a last-minute thought.

That's what you get for thinking.

Um, Mr. Mishimoto, may I present Mrs. Stephens.

Mrs. Stephens, a great pleasure.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

May I take your hat.

I hope you don't mind

my wearing Japanese clothes.

It's just that I find them...

so comfortable, as well as so flattering.

Don't you agree?

Oh, yes. I think it is charming of you.

And I thank you for the tribute.

I told you she was something special.

Didn't I, Mr. Mishimoto?

Oh, leave it to Samantha

to come up with a charming idea like this.

Ha, ha. How do you do?

Larry, this is Aunt Clara.

It is?

Ah! Oh, of course.

I didn't recognize you, with the--

Mr. Mishimoto,

SAM: may I present my aunt Clara.

How do you do?

Oh, forgive me for staring,

but you look remarkably like someone I once knew.

Oh.

My wife.

And she was very beautiful.

Was she?

Uh, if this is a surprise, don't tell me, but...

LARRY: what is this?

Oh, ah...

Well, since we were having Japanese food,

Aunt Clara and I thought

we would serve Japanese-style.

LARRY: Oh, good. Good.

Say, I think this'll amuse you.

On the way out here,

Mr. Mishimoto told me that he has a French chef.

- Really? - Really.

Oh, ha!

Well, then a Japanese dinner

will be a nice change, won't it?

Definitely.

You see, I have spent most of my life abroad.

MISHIMOTO: First at Oxford, and then representing my company

in the capitals of the world.

And now that I am back in Tokyo,

I am afraid I find myself very much

in the position of a western visitor.

Oh!

I think we could all use a little drink.

Sake, anyone?

No.

Whisky and soda, no ice please.

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And eventually, with Mrs. Mishimoto gone,

I tired of traveling and felt a great desire

to return to my homeland.

Have you ever been to Japan?

Oh, yes.

I've spent a lot of time over Japan.

Over Japan?

Back in the days when I used to fly

without any trouble,

You used to fly?

How very interesting.

Sam, you never told me she was a pilot.

I didn't.

I mean, I didn't?

Mr. Mishimoto, before Stephens left,

he prepared a very interesting graph

showing the average sales increase of our clients

from the time we took over their accounts.

LARRY: I think you'll find--

There will be plenty of time to discuss that later.

Madame, I find it fascinating

that you used to fly.

Oh? Well, I still manage once in a while.

Really?

I have my own plane.

Perhaps some time you would fly with me?

Well, that's very sweet of you,

but I wouldn't dare go up in a plane.

Oh! Ha, ha!

Oh, that's very funny, Aunt Clara.

[ALL LAUGH]

She has the kind of sense of humor

that sort of sneaks up on you.

Next time give us a little warning.

Well, I think we're all about ready for dessert.

SAM: So, if you'd like to circulate...

I don't, ha, ha, but I think my blood does.

Please let me help you, Madame.

Well, I will if you don't call me Madame.

The name is Clara.

[WHISPERING] Why don't you get your aunt Clara

to help you clear the dishes?

I can handle it.

Yes, but, heh, I can't handle her.

Oh, relax, Larry.

It's better for the digestion.

Mr. Mishimoto, don't you think that

since you'll be leaving soon, we really ought to

take advantage of this evening?

There will be time.

Clara,

may I ask, quite frankly,

how you would feel

about going out to dinner with me?

Oh, no.

I see.

I couldn't eat another thing tonight.

Ha, ha, ha!

Your niece is quite correct.

Your humor does take one unaware.

Sam, will you come back in

and help me break this up?

What for?

All the attention that Aunt Clara's getting

is just the therapy she needs right now.

I know, but if I don't get a little attention

from Mr. Mishimoto,

I'm the one who's going to need therapy.

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[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Larry.

Darrin just called from San Francisco,

and I told him about the wonderful time

that Aunt Clara is having with Mr. Mishimoto.

That's precisely what I called about.

How is the toast of New York?

Mr. Mishimoto took her to a fashion show.

Sam, with all due respect, can I point out,

Mishimoto didn't fly all the way from Tokyo

just to entertain your aunt?

It seems to me that's his business.

No, it's my business, which is going down the drain.

Because he's been so busy escorting Clara

all over the place, he hasn't had a minute for me

the entire week he's been here.

Apparently, you're not as captivating as my aunt.

All right.

But do you mind if I come over and stake out a claim

to some of Mishimoto's time?

Call me and let me know when

I can casually run into him.

All right.

I will.

Bye-bye.

Good evening, my dear.

Oh, I had a marvelous time. Marvelous time!

And the clothes were beautiful.

And Kensu, he has exquisite taste.

Exquisite taste! Kensu?

Yes. Ah... Mr...

ah... Mr. Michimomo.

Ha, ha. Do you like it?

Oh, it's beautiful!

Well, Kensu was very anxious for me to take it.

Well, ah... Oh, dear!

Oh, dear, I must go and get ready.

Oh, my.

We're going dancing this evening.

- Aunt Clara? - Yes.

Don't you think that maybe you're overdoing it?

Why, you've spent every day and every evening with him.

Maybe you ought to let Mr. Mishimoto

have a little time to himself.

Oh, I've suggested that.

He won't hear of it.

But tonight... I must see him tonight,

because he's going to ask me a very, very important question.

Ha, ha. Oh, dear, I hope I...

know the answer.

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Ah... It's the only way.

Handrum, Jandrum Wishing weaver

Find for me The old deceiver

On wings of night And wires of steel

Take my message To that heel

[PHONE RINGS]

Just a moment, please.

Aunt Clara?

AUNT CLARA: Yes?

Telephone for you.

AUNT CLARA: Oh. Oh, yes.

Oh, that must be Kensu,

calling to see if I'm ready.

SAM: No.

No, no, no. It's not Kensu.

No? Then who?

Hello?

AUNT CLARA: For heaven's sake.

[WHISPERING] It's Ocky.

What do you want, Ocky.

Oh? Oh, really? Ha, ha, ha, ha...

And what about you and that little, uh...witch?

Oh, good. Ha, ha.

Now you know what it feels like.

Oh. You will?

CLARA: Well, uh, where are you?

Yes.

Oh, yes, I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Goodbye...

my love.

- He wants me again. - Oh!

Ha, ha, ha. Oh, dear.

Listen, you don't think it's wrong of me to--

Aunt Clara,

you're doing what your heart tells you is right,

and that's seldom wrong.

Well. Well, it's flight time.

Oh, that's great.

Just great!

But how did you get her boyfriend to call?

Oh, I just used a little black magic.

Just used a little--

Oh, Sam, you're the end.

But it's the first break I've had with Mishimoto,

and I want you to know I'm grateful.

You are?

Then suppose you tell him Aunt Clara's gone.

What's the problem?

Well, he may be upset. Oh, nonsense.

He's a grown man. He'll take it in stride.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Just be simple and direct.

Simple and direct.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Oh, good evening, Mr. Mishimoto.

What a surprise.

Good evening.

Did Clara not tell you I was coming?

Oh, sure.

It's just that...

You're a little early, aren't you?

I said 6:30.

It is now...6:29.

Oh, that's what I meant.

I didn't expect you for another minute.

You know Larry Tate.

Oh, ha, ha! Of course you do.

Long time no see.

How about a drink?

Whiskey and soda, no ice?

Sam, isn't there something you wanted

to tell Mr. Mishimoto?

Yes.

Um, Mr. Mishimoto,

a close friend of Aunt Clara's, a dear friend,

needed her, and... So she had to go to him.

It was in the nature of a reconciliation.

SAMANTHA: She wanted us to

make her apologies. And...

she hoped you'd understand.

You have both been very gracious and hospitable.

Should you ever come to Tokyo,

I would be happy to reciprocate.

Uh, ha, ha.

Mr. Mishimoto, you talk as if you were leaving.

I am.

There is a plane for Tokyo in one hour.

But, uh, what about our business?

LARRY: Your account? Our representing you, I mean?

I am afraid that is no longer possible.

Goodbye.

Boy, I've heard of soreheads,

but this guy--

Mr. Mishimoto, I don't think

- you're really being-- - Larry,

you're wasting your time.

I've never heard of such childishness.

Mr. Mishimoto may have English clothes,

and a French chef,

but basically he's still an Oriental.

He was embarrassed in front of you.

"Losing face" is what they call it.

And if you lose face with somebody,

it can put you at a disadvantage.

Say, you really know your Orientals, don't you?

Very clever.

Wait a minute.

- I'm getting an idea. - Yeah?

Suppose I go to the airport

and head him off before he gets on the plane?

Yeah. Then what?

I don't know.

I said I was getting an idea,

I didn't say I had one.

So, you will please have my bags packed,

and sent to me in Tokyo,

and likewise with the hotel bill.

Oh, Mrs. Stephens?

Oh, Mr. Mishimoto.

Am I glad I ran into you.

Are you going somewhere?

Well, it's a long story,

and I don't want to bother you.

But tell me, could you use

an English speaking secretary in your business?

You are going to Tokyo?

I might.

I just know I can't stay here any longer.

What happened?

Well, if you must know.

Mr. Tate was very angry at me

because his business deal with you fell through.

And when my husband finds out about it,

there'll be no living with him.

Why should Mr. Tate be angry with you?

Well, as you know, Aunt Clara is my aunt.

And, well, if it weren't for her--

So he blames you?

That is foolish.

But you don't think it's wrong for you to blame him?

It is not the same thing.

You mean, it's all right for you to lose face,

but not me?

I am afraid you are oversimplifying things.

Am I?

Mr. Mishimoto,

are you really so upset over the loss of Aunt Clara,

or is it just because you were embarrassed?

SAMANTHA: What I mean to say is,

aren't you more concerned over what we think,

rather than the way you feel?

Well, I--

Anything wrong?

I must have my eyes examined as soon as I return home.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Yamato Airways, flight number 32 to Tokyo

is now boarding at gate 18.

I must leave.

Goodbye.

[ANNOUNCEMENT IN JAPANESE OVER PA]

Why, hello.

Do we know each other?

I don't know.

I just had an impulse to say hello to you.

Well, that was very friendly of you.

MISHIMOTO: Perhaps we met on the Tokyo flight.

Oh, yes, that's probably it.

- You are returning? - Yes.

Oh, what a shame.

I am just about to start a two-week vacation here.

Oh, really?

STEWARDESS: And I don't know a soul

in New York. Well, too bad.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Oh. One moment.

Yes?

Actually, I have left some unfinished business here.

And, yes, I see no reason

why I cannot postpone my return.

Oh, that would be very nice.

You little Dickens.

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This is very good of you to invite me to lunch.

I'm delighted to have you.

Delighted.

Uh, Mr. Mishimoto, Stephens will be back tomorrow,

and I thought we might meet at, say, 2 o'clock?

Ah, I have a prior engagement.

Kensu is taking me

to a doubleheader.

All right. Suppose we get an early start day after tomorrow.

Say at nine?

That is the day we are going to the flower market in the morning

a polo match in the afternoon

and the movie premiere in the evening.

Well, they say that New York City

is a summer festival.

Yes, but it's only spring.

Ha. When are you free?

After I leave, you will have

plenty of time.

Larry, you haven't even tasted your chocolate mousse.

Does your chef make a good mousse?

That sounds funny, doesn't it?

Naturally, I mean chocolate mousse.

Oh, and that reminds me.

There's something I've been meaning to ask you.

Your secretary gave Mr. Tate

the name of your favorite dish,

but I haven't been able to find it

in the Japanese cookbook.

It's called, uh... Hung Ai Wan Goo Rash.

Hung Ai Wan Goo Rash?

I have never heard of it.

Oh, isn't that strange?

Hung Ai-- Oh, ho, ho!

Oh, this is priceless.

My secretary's English is a little weak.

Do you know what she was trying to say?

No. What?

Hungarian goulash.

[ALL LAUGH]

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