DAGWOOD: Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Don't touch that dial.
Blondie!
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
How much longer is it gonna be,
Blondie?
My arms are getting tired.
Just be patient.
It won't be too long.
Oh, hi, Daisy. [CHUCKLES]
[DOG WHINES]
Come on, girl.
Honestly, dear, you just hate
to sit still even for a minute.
Not so tight, dear.
I said let it come loose.
[♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪]
[RANDY ON TV] And now
let's welcome back
our 10,000-dollar winner
of last week,
Mr. George Brubaker
of Great Falls, Wyoming.
-[APPLAUSE ON TV]
-Uh... Blondie.
Blondie.
Oh, yes, dear, what is it?
How about a game of checkers,
huh?
Later, dear. I'm watching
The Big Jackpot.
Hmm. Uh-oh.
RANDY: Well, Mr. Brubaker,
I supposed a lot
of exciting things have happened
to you since last week.
[PANTS] Oh, hi, Cookie.
[CHUCKLES]
How about playing your old daddy
at a game of checkers, huh?
Can't, Daddy.
I'm going over to Barbara's.
We're doing homework together.
Oh my.
Well, where's Alexander then?
Oh, he's in his room.
Charlie and Freddie
are with him though.
[CHUCKLES] Swell.
We'll work up a tournament.
CHARLIE: My dad was too more
famous than yours.
He was a fighter pilot
in the w*r
and sh*t down 13 enemy planes.
So what?
My father was
an All-American football player
and he had his picture
in the paper every week.
CHARLIE: Hey, Alexander,
what did your dad ever do
that was famous?
Well, he didn't do anything.
Listen, a dad doesn't have
to do anything fancy
to be a good dad.
It's just that my dad never
happened to be in a spot
where he had to chance
to be famous.
Otherwise, he would be.
CHARLIE: Oh, sure, sure.
RANDY: Be sure to tune in
next week
to see whether Mr. Brubaker,
our expert on Peruvian wildlife,
will continue his climb
to the 50,000-dollar question.
This is Randy Baker
saying good night--
Imagine winning 20,000 dollars
just for knowing
about Peruvian wildlife.
No one to play checkers with?
-What's wrong, dear?
-I'm a failure.
You are?
Yeah. Alexander's pals
are always telling him
how famous their dads were
and my life's been so dull...
[SIGHS] ...Alexander
doesn't have anything
to talk about.
Oh, that's not true.
Uh... what about that time
at the beach
when that poor man was drowning?
You're the one who spotted him.
Hey, there's something
I could tell Alexander about.
Uh... No, I guess not.
You were the one who saved him.
Oh, dear. That's right.
-[DOORBELL RINGING]
-I'll get it, dear.
-Why, Mr. Dithers.
-Hello. [CHUCKLES]
Sorry to bother you like this
at home, Bumstead.
-Mm-hmm.
-But I have to have a quick
run down on some figures
I'll be needing
-first thing in the morning.
-Think nothing of it.
-Come right in.
-Thank you.
Evening, Blondie.
I'm sorry,
but this won't take long.
It's quite all right,
Mr. Dithers.
-Here, Dagwood.
-Uh-huh.
Here's my bid
on the Brentwood Project.
You know how important it is
that these totals are correct.
Hmm. "Six-story building."
"Six thousand square feet
per floor
at 11 cents per square foot."
"Eighty-nine hundred square feet
in the basement
at 19 cents
plus reinforced column
to allow parking on roof
at 28 cents per foot."
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
[ADDING MACHINE DINGS]
Utterly fantastic.
Blondie, you have a mighty
talented husband here.
If you think Dagwood's so good,
Mr. Dithers,
-why don't you give him a raise?
-What's that?
I said why don't you give
Dagwood a raise
-if he's so valuable?
-Blondie, I'm surprised at you.
Dagwood's a man,
if he wants a raise,
-let him speak for himself.
-Uh... well,
I-- give me a raise.
-Oh.
-Oh, don't be sickening.
Good night.
Oh, that Mr. Dithers
makes me so mad.
Oh, don't be too hard on him,
Blondie.
He has a wife
and an ulcer to support.
But you should be rewarded
for that wonderful brain
of yours.
-Hmm.
-Why, Mr. Dithers himself admits
that you have
an exceptional talent.
That nobody can touch you
when it comes to figures and--
-Hmm.
-Dagwood.
-What did I do?
-It's what you can do.
-Do you know what you can do?
-No. What... what can I do?
You can go on television.
On that quiz show,
-The Big Jackpot.
-What?
With mathematics
as your category,
well, you could win a fortune.
It would be easy for you.
Oh, yeah. It'd be easy.
But to get up in front
of all those people,
I couldn't do it, Blondie.
-It's out of the question.
-Aren't you the fellow
who was just wishing he'd done
something exciting in his life?
-Yeah.
-Well, this is your chance.
The winners on this show
always become famous.
Alexander would be so proud
of you
-Mm-hmm.
-And we show that Mr. Dithers
a thing or two.
Why, you'd become so important,
he'd have to make you
a vice-president
like he's been promising.
Yeah. And I'd make him put it
in writing this time.
-You know what, Blondie?
-What?
I've decided to go
on that television show,
The Big Jackpot.
I'm going down
to that television show tomorrow
-and apply.
-Good for you, dear. [CHUCKLES]
That's a very wise decision.
Oh, when I get an idea
in my head,
I just bull through it
full speed.
-[GRUNTS]
-Oh, Dagwood.
You see what I mean?
[♪♪♪]
Very well, Mrs. Simpson,
if we can use you on this show,
we'll certainly let you know.
And thank you for dropping in.
Look, Sally, you know better
than to send me
an applicant like that.
-She's got no color.
-Sorry.
Well, you know the type we want,
offbeat, eccentric, weird even.
-Otherwise just don't bother me.
-Yes, sir.
Oh.
[CHUCKLES] How do you do?
I'm Dagwood Bumstead.
I would like to be a contestant
on The Big Jackpot.
[CHUCKLES]
So would a lot of people.
May I ask why you wanna be on?
Oh, well, it all happened
when Mr. Dithers
came over to get me
to figure out an estimate
on that Brentwood Project.
And I did,
then I asked him for a raise.
And he said,
"Oh, don't be sickening."
And that was on top of Alexander
being ashamed
because I wasn't an All-American
or a fighter pilot.
Then there was that time
at the beach
when it was Blondie
and not me that saved
that man from drowning.
-Mr. Bumstead...
-Huh?
...you come right along with me.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
-Have a seat, sir.
-Oh. Thank you. [CHUCKLES]
Uh... are you going to put me
on the show?
Well, first, we must be sure
that you qualify as an expert
-in some particular category.
-Okay. I choose mathematics.
You are an expert
in mathematics?
Oh, well, I don't like to brag,
but--
Well, never mind.
We'll test you.
Now here's a list
of 20 stock quotations,
-my broker sent me.
-Uh-huh.
Let's see how fast
you can total them up.
-Mm-hmm.
-Giving me the total volume
-in sales for the entire group.
-Mm-hmm.
Plus, the average cost
per share.
-Yeah. Hmm.
-Here's a pad
-and pencil for you.
-Oh, I won't need that.
-No?
-DAGWOOD: Oh, no.
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
[ADDING MACHINE DINGS]
Ah. The total volume of sales
is 43,200,000.
And the average cost per share
is four dollars and 89 cents.
Ms. Stevens, cancel that Eskimo
square dance caller
we have scheduled for this week
and put in Mr. Bumstead.
Oh, bless you, sir, for coming
to me instead of Groucho Marx.
[♪♪♪]
Hi, everybody. I'm home.
-Hi, hi, kids.
-[DOG BARKING]
-Hi, Daddy.
-Hi, Daisy.
Hey. Well... [CHUCKLES]
See, Daisy, that's carrying
romance too far.
-Blondie, I have news for you.
-What is it, Dagwood?
Feast your eyes
on a budding TV star.
-Dagwood, they accepted you.
-Yeah. I go on next week.
I'm exactly the type
they're looking for.
What type is that?
Well, I... frankly,
I don't know,
but whatever I am...
there's a scarcity of us.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, yes, Mr. Baker. I'm married.
I have two lovely children.
Alexander, age 15
and Cookie, age 11.
Great Scott. Now he's talking
to the water cooler.
What's that, Mr. Baker? Oh, yes.
I'm employed by the J.C. Dithers
Construction Company
where I am a trusted
and valued employee.
-Wanna bet?
-Huh? Oh, Mr. Dithers.
[CHUCKLES] I was just having
a little conversation.
-[CHUCKLES]
-Uh-huh.
Well, if you're trying
to match wits
with the water cooler,
cut it out.
It'll top you every time.
Oh, no, no.
You don't understand.
I happen to be a contestant
on The Big Jackpot.
-Mm-hmm.
-[CHUCKLES]
And what is your category?
Loose marbles?
-[CHUCKLES] Oh.
-Now get back to work.
Oh, oh. Excuse me, Mr. Baker.
[♪♪♪]
[LOUD APPLAUSE]
[♪♪♪]
Thank you very much
and see you next week.
We'll have our next contestant
right after a word
from our sponsor.
-Yeah.
-Stand by, Mr. Bumstead.
You're on as soon
as the commercial is over.
Yes, sir. Uh... I mean,
thank you, ma'am.
-Are you all right, dear?
-Yeah, well, I... I...
I hope so. Let's see now.
My name's Dagwood Bumstead.
And my wife's name is Blondie.
And we've been married 16 years.
We have two kids.
And I work for the J.C. Dithers
Construction Company.
Yeah, yeah. I think I got
everything all right.
All right, Ms. Maguire.
Bring on the next contestant
please.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]
[APPLAUSE]
Good evening, sir. [CHUCKLES]
And your name is, uh...
[NERVOUSLY] Huh?
[CROWD LAUGHING]
Sir, if you please,
may we have your name?
-Oh, Blondie.
-Uh, pardon?
Uh... No. I mean,
Bumwood Dagstead.
Uh... uh, uh, no.
Dumbwood Bedstead. Uh...
-Dagwood Bumstead?
-Oh, no, no. That's my name.
Fine. Well, now what sort
of work do you do, Mr. Bumstead?
Oh, I work for J.C. Dithers,
and we have two lovely children.
How's that?
Uh... I... I mean,
I've been married two years
and we have 16 children.
What? Mr. Bumstead,
pull yourself together.
-Uh... try to relax. There.
-Oh, yeah.
Fine. Fine. Now your category
is mathematics,
-is that correct?
-Oh, ye...yeah. I think so--
-Very good.
-Hmm.
Now here's the first question
-for 100 dollars.
-Mm-hmm.
"Take the square root
of sixteen, multiply by three,
subtract two,
and divide by five."
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING,
DINGS]
-Uh... hmm, two.
-Correct. For 100 dollars.
Now, will you go on
for 500 dollars?
[CHUCKLES] Oh, yes.
I'm feeling a little better now.
Mm-hmm.
[♪♪♪]
[APPLAUSE]
Mr. Bumstead,
you have now reached
the 5,000-dollar level.
And your next question
is worth 10,000 dollars.
-Mm-hmm.
-Do you wish to continue?
Let her rip. [CHUCKLES]
[APPLAUSE]
Very well, sir.
For 10,000 dollars.
-Mm-hmm.
-Here is a calendar
-for the month of July.
-Ah!
In 30 seconds,
you are to add up
-the totals of each column.
-Uh-huh.
Then multiply them
by each other.
-Uh-huh.
-Then divide that total
by the number of days
in the month.
-Mm-hmm.
-Now, are you ready?
-Ready.
-Go.
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
Uh... it's 3,842,554.
Absolutely correct.
-[♪♪♪]
-[APPLAUSE]
Mr. Bumstead,
may I say you are
one of the most amazing
contestants we have ever had.
-Oh, thank you. [CHUCKLES]
-Now, your next question
-is worth 20,000 dollars.
-Uh-huh.
Since this is
an important step,
we want you to think
it over and come back next week
and tell us whether you wish
to continue.
-Uh-huh.
-Will you do that, sir?
I shall return.
[APPLAUSE]
-I still can't believe it.
-[CHUCKLES] Oh, honey,
just think a little while ago,
I was just an ordinary fellow
and now I'm famous.
[CHUCKLES]
Some of the kids from school
have been calling.
-They think you're terrific.
-Oh, it's nothing
that any other brilliant genius
-couldn't do.
-[DOORBELL RINGING]
That's probably
some of the kids now.
You don't mind, do you?
They wanted to come over
and get a look at you.
Oh, if they want to,
they can even touch me.
-[LAUGHS]
-[DOORBELL RINGING]
Gee, I'm glad I finally did
something that
made Alexander proud of me.
-You certainly did, dear.
-Mm-hmm.
Pop, you know
Charlie and Freddy.
Oh, yeah. Hi, fellas.
Oh, come on.
Come on. Relax.
I'm not a movie star. [CHUCKLES]
Hey, aren't you guys
used to famous pops?
Say, Charlie, wasn't your dad
one of the famous All-Americans?
Sure, but the most people
he ever played to
was 100,000 at the Rose Bowl.
But you're famous to millions.
Oh, well, yes, I guess
we TV personalities
do get a chance
to reach more people. [LAUGHS]
[GASPS] Oh, Alexander,
why don't you take the boys
out in the kitchen
for a little refreshment?
Sure, Pop. Come on, g*ng.
I'll have to watch it
or I'll get swell-headed.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Oh, uh, Blondie,
will you answer it?
It might be some of those
autograph hounds.
-[DOOR OPENS]
-Oh, Harriet and Herb,
-come on in.
-How do you do?
Is this the residence
of the new television sensation,
Mr. Dagwood Bumstead?
How does it feel to be the wife
of a celebrity, Blondie?
It's a little breathtaking,
I admit.
And there he is,
the man of the hour.
[ALL SIGH, CHUCKLE]
Oh, oh, oh don't bother
to get up, Mr. Bumstead.
-We're just ordinary folks.
-Oh, cut it out, Herb.
-Hi, Harriet.
-Oh, Dagwood,
-we're all so proud of you.
-Oh...
The girls have been phoning
all evening and they insist
-that I ask you.
-Ask me what?
To be guest speaker
at our monthly luncheon.
-Oh.
-You will, won't you?
Oh, well, I don't know.
I... I wouldn't know
what to talk about.
Well, don't worry about it,
they'll never be able
to hear you with all
the chomping they do
-on those watercress sandwiches.
-Herb. Well?
-Well, if you really want me.
-Oh, of course, we do.
Oh, thank you, Dagwood.
They'll be so excited.
I'm gonna tell them right away.
-I'll go fix some coffee.
-[SIGHS] Huh?
Have any of them
got to you yet?
Got to me? Who?
The leeches, the sharpies,
the fast buck boys.
As soon as they find out
you got any money,
they swoop down on you
with those phony business deals.
No. You're the first one, Herb.
Dagwood, you wound me.
I'm your friend.
I'm not here to exploit you.
-I only wanna help you.
-Uh-huh.
I wanna make sure
that you make your investments
-safely and soundly.
-Oh, sure. I'm sorry, Herb.
-Well, all right then.
-Mm-hmm
Look, just today,
I latched on to a new stock
that nobody knows
anything about.
-Uh-huh.
-Rangatang uranium.
Rangatang uranium?
Shhh. You wanna get it
all over town?
Oh, I'm sorry, Herb.
Now look, you're gonna
win 50,000 dollars.
-Uh-huh.
-We can take 40,000 dollars
and sink it into the stock,
and then we'll have
-to play around with.
-We?
Sure, Dag.
You're in on this too.
Oh. Oh.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Excuse me, Herb.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
-Dagwood, my boy.
-Mm-hmm.
I had to run over
to congratulate you.
Yeah. I kind of expected you.
I can't say
I was surprised though.
I always did have faith
in that brain of yours.
Oh, sure.
Oh, you know, Herb Woodley,
Mr. Dithers.
-Oh, yes. Hello.
-How do you do, Mr. Dithers?
Dagwood and I were discussing
a business proposition.
-Dagwood, my boy.
-Huh?
I like the way you mentioned
the Dithers Construction Company
-coast to coast.
-Oh, it was nothing.
You see, Dagwood, I came across
this mining proposition.
-Now, Dagwood.
-Huh?
Now, next week
when you mention the Dithers
-Construction Company...
-Mm-hmm.
...you could include some
of our accomplishments.
Such as builders
of the Circle Market...
-Mm-hmm.
-...the Twisty Pretzel Building,
and the Bideawee Home, huh?
Yeah. If I get a chance to.
Uh... it could mean a promotion
to vice president for you.
Would you put that in writing?
Well, I might.
Well, we're all set.
The girls are expecting you.
Mer Hanson nearly flipped
when I told her the news.
Now, let's think about what
you're gonna say in your speech.
-Oh, well, maybe--
-Harriet.
-Huh?
-Dagwood and I
-were discussing business.
-Oh, that's all right, Herb.
-Dagwood.
-[GROANS] What?
I just got a wonderful idea.
While you're on the air,
you could also mention
our phone number.
Yeah. Well, I'll see
what I can do.
ALEXANDER: Hey, Pop.
Huh?
The guys are saying
that now that I'm a son
of such a famous man,
I ought to run
for class president.
Class president?
Because of me?
Perhaps you could talk
about international affairs.
Dagwood, I've been thinking,
why be pikers
let's invest the whole 50,000.
I could use your picture
on my campaign poster.
Wait a minute. Everybody!
See I... I hate to throw
cold water on everything,
but I haven't won yet.
-Suppose I miss next week.
-Gee-whiz, Pop. You can't miss.
With a brain like yours,
you're bound to win.
You're right, my boy.
I know you can do it.
-You're a Dithers man.
-Yeah. But, gee, I... [GROANS]
[SIGHS] I feel just like
Napoleon before Waterloo.
Dagwood, don't you want
some coffee?
Not tonight, Josephine.
[♪♪♪]
[SNORES, MUMBLES]
Well, good morning.
-Dagwood!
-Oh!
Oh, I was just resting
my eyes a little bit.
Well, and how's my boy
this morning?
Your boy's pooped.
I couldn't sleep a wink
last night.
I was so worried about
going on that quiz show.
But why?
We're all behind you.
Yeah. That's just it.
You're all behind me.
You don't know how scary it is
being all alone in front.
Ah, the typical tension
of the brilliant mind.
-Have it all the time myself.
-Yeah.
Come on. Go home
and take a rest.
Take the day off.
Take a week off.
[HESITATES] Do you mean it?
Of course, I do.
Here, keep covered.
We don't want that brain
in a draft.
Oh. Oh, I forgot something.
DITHERS: Mm-hmm?
Oh, what's that?
That's my lunch.
I might as well take it home.
Well, why do you file it
under B?
Oh, baloney.
Oh, these eccentric geniuses.
Dagwood, time to be going
to the studio, dear.
DAGWOOD: Coming, Blondie.
You think Dad's gonna be
all right, Mom?
[SIGHS] I certainly hope so.
It's been a trying week.
Are you over
your nervousness, dear?
Oh, absolutely.
I admit I was a little nervous,
but I've got complete control
of myself now.
I'll get our coats.
[SIGHS] Well, that's a relief.
I was worried for a while.
Oh, I'm ready if you are, dear.
Here.
[PANTS] No. No.
Wait, wait, wait.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, there they are.
They're all out there
and they're all waiting for me.
There's Herb, and Harriet,
and Mr. Dithers.
Oh, what did Mr. Dithers
want me to say?
Oh, yes, the phone number.
What's our office phone number?
-Parker 4840.
-Yeah. Yeah. 4840.
Oh, yes and then something else
he wants me to say--
Oh, what... what...
what have we built?
Oh, yeah! The Circle Market,
the Twisty Pretzel Company,
and the Bideawee Home.
Oh, gee.
-I hope I can remember this.
-[APPLAUSE]
All right, Mr. Bumstead.
We're on.
Yeah. Oh, no.
It's a twisty building.
No. Wh... what?
No, I'm not ready.
Here he is once again,
our expert on mathematics,
-Mr. Dagwood Bumstead.
-[APPLAUSE]
Mr. Bumstead, you must come.
Wait a minute. Wait.
[APPLAUSE]
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
[CLATTERING]
Hey. You almost got away
from us that time.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY] Yeah.
Now, no need to be nervous,
Mr. Bumstead.
These are all your friends
out there.
[INDISTINCT MURMURS]
Now, let's review a few facts
about yourself, Mr. Bumstead.
-[GROANS]
-You're married.
You have two children.
And you work
for the J.C. Dithers
Construction Company.
-Is that right?
-[GROANS]
Oh, oh, yes, yes.
That's right, sir.
Oh. Oh, yes, uh, yes.
I... I work for the, uh,
J.C. Dithers Construction
Company.
We're the builders
of the Circle Market,
and the Twisty Pretzel Building,
and the Bideawee Homes
and the phone number
is Parker 4840.
Uh... that is Parker 4840.
Yes. Well, I think we better
get on with the game.
Oh. [GASPS]
Now, last week you answered
the 10,000-dollar question.
-Yeah.
-Tonight, you are back
to tell us whether you'll take
the 10,000
-or go for the 20,000.
-[MUMBLES]
Well, frankly, I did...
I'd like to--
You'd like to go for the 20,000?
-Wonderful.
-But I...
[APPLAUSE]
All right, Mr. Bumstead.
For 20,000 dollars,
-answer this question.
-Uh-huh.
"The Earth has a diameter
of 7,926 miles."
"The moon has a diameter
of 2,159 miles."
"And the sun has a diameter
of 865,380 miles."
"In 30 seconds, tell me
the mean average circumference
of these three planets."
-Are you ready?
-I think so.
-Go.
-Oh.
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
[BANG, MACHINE DINGS]
[LOUD BANGING, PINGING]
-[GROANS]
-[LOUD CLATTERING, SIRENS]
You have ten seconds left.
Eight, seven--
-Please, Mr. Baker.
-Six.
-One moment. Stop the clock.
-What happened?
-Mr. Bumstead.
-Huh.
You work for the business
construction company
which built the
Twisty Pretzel Building?
-Oh, yes, I do.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Why did it fall down?
No, no. But you see
the Twisty Pretzel Company
is a subsidiary of our sponsor
Universal Potato Chips.
Oh, uh, that's nice.
-Not for you.
-Huh?
You see, indirectly, you are
an employee of our sponsor.
-Mm-hmm.
-And according to the rules
of our program,
no employee can participate
or win any cash award
whatsoever.
Oh, wait, then I get to stop?
And I don't have to try
and win the quiz anymore?
I'm sorry. I know it's a blow.
But to soften it a little,
perhaps we can arrange
for a lifetime supply
of Universal Potato Chips.
Lifetime supply? Wow.
And for you and your wife,
a complete new wardrobe
in one of the Middle West's
leading department stores.
Blondie will love that.
Well, you're a grand sport.
And thank you for being
-on The Big Jackpot.
-[APPLAUSE]
Oh, yeah. Oh, Mr. Baker.
The answer to that question
is 1,846,357.38 miles, right?
Absolutely. Correct.
-[CHUCKLES] I thought so.
-[APPLAUSE]
[♪♪♪]
Well, it was too bad
I was disqualified.
But we got ourselves
a lot of nice clothes
and a lot of nice potato chips.
[CHUCKLES]
Yes, but you could have won
Oh, what's 20,000 dollars?
I could save up that much
if I just worked...
[ADDING MACHINE WHIRRING]
-[ADDING MACHINE DINGS]
-...32 years?
Tough luck, partner.
But you and I
are gonna look pretty good
in those new clothes, aren't we?
And you proved
you could have won.
The neighborhood
is still proud of you.
And I was delighted
with the plug you gave our firm.
And does Dagwood still get
the vice presidency?
[GROANS] Wait, now,
I didn't put that in writing.
Look, I don't care about that.
I'm only worried
about one thing. Alexander.
He was counting on me
to become famous.
Hey, Pop.
Oh, Alexander, I'm sorry
the way I let you down.
-Huh?
-Well, I know how much
you wanted me to win,
so you could run
-for class president.
-But I'm still running.
Huh?
Oh.
-I'm proud of you, Pop.
-[CHUCKLES]
I am too, dear. [CHUCKLES]
-Well, Bumstead.
-Huh?
-I'll have to be going.
-Mm-hmm.
Now, I'll expect you
on the office tomorrow morning
at nine sharp.
You missed a lot of time.
You've got to make up that work.
You understand?
Oh, don't be sickening.
Oh, no.
[ALL LAUGH]
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