Pillow Talk (1959)

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Brad. Brad darling, I love you.

- I know.
- I just had to call you.

I'll never forget last night, especially
when you sang me your new song.

Our song Eileen, I wrote it for you.

Oh Brad.

- Would you sing it to me again?
- Oh, now?

- Please.
- Alright.

♪ You're my inspiration, Eileen. ♪

♪ A perfect combination, Eileen. ♪

♪ Your eyes, your hair, are beyond compare. ♪

♪ So is it any wonder? ♪

♪ You captured me and now
I'm under your spell Eileen. ♪

I do hate to interrupt but
would you mind hanging up please?

- Who's that?
- The other half of my party line.

Just ignore her, she'll go away.

You have been on this phone for half
an hour, I got an important call to make...

I happen to consider this an important call.

What? Singing to a girl
at 9 o'clock in the morning?

It's none of your business
what he does to me or when.

Would you please get off this line?

I know it is early cherie
but I just had to talk to you.

- Will I see you tonight?
- Oh, I'm sorry Yvette, I have to work.

I've six songs to write for the new show.

But you'll have to go out and eat dinner, no?

- Oh, I'll throw something together here.
- Oh, no darling, you mustn't.




You must keep up your strength, I'll come
over and cook something for you, yes?

Well, if you like.

- Thank you darling.
- It's nothing.

Brad?

Sing me a little of our song.

Please.

- Would you please get off this phone?
- Who is that woman?

Some little eavesdropper on my
party line, she's always listening in.

It's how she brightens
up her drab, empty life.

If I could get a call through once in
a while my life wouldn't be so drab.

Must you zoom up so fast?

- What are you? Jet-propelled or something?
- Morning Alm.

The laundryman is coming by today and would
you please tidy up the cupboards for me?

Oh, would you call the office
and tell them I'll be a little bit late?

That's a peach of a
hangover she's got this morning.

I'm afraid so.

Why does she have to go out
and get stoned every night?

Oh, I don't know Harry.
Maybe she's got a party line.

I hope you understand madam,
that your phone company wants...

everyone to have a private phone, we're
putting in new trunk lines as fast as we can.

But with all the
construction going on, it takes time.

We have hundreds of applications
which take precedence over yours.

- But there must be some way to get one.
- Well, if some emergency arose.

If you were to become pregnant, for example,
why, you'd jump right to the top of our list.

Mr. Conrad, being single, I'm not
quite ready for that kind of emergency.

- Well, I wouldn't know what else to suggest.
- Oh, but I'm at my wit's end, really.

You see, I'm an interior decorator
and I do a lot of work at home.

And so naturally there are
business calls that I must make...

and I cannot get a call through, that man
is always on the phone with some woman.

Have you any idea what it's like
to be on a party line with a sex maniac?

That's a very serious charge madam.

Can you substantiate it?

Well, he sings love songs
at 9 o'clock in the morning.

Has he used objectionable
language on the phone?

- No.
- Or threats of any nature?

- No.
- Has he made immoral overtures to you?

- Well. Oh, not to me.
- And you're bothered by this?

Yes.

I mean no, what you mean bothered?

His carrying on with
all these other women disturbs you.

Mr. Conrad please believe me...

I don't care what he does, I just
want him to stop doing it on my phone.

Well madam, we'll have one of our
inspectors stop by and have a talk with him.

Oh, thank you very much, I'd appreciate that.

If what you say about this
man is true, we may be forced to...

- disconnect him.
- Good.

Haven't you reached Jan yet?

Keep trying...

if she doesn't get here soon, that
woman is going to drive me out of my mind.

Ming dynasty in a rumpus room.

- Mrs. Walters be careful, this is priceless.
- Really? What is it?

- A 14th century crematory urn.
- Crematory urn?

- Is anybody in it?
- Not at the moment.

Oh, that's good, then we can drill a hole
in the bottom without anyone running out.

- A hole?
- So we can wire it for a lamp.

Mrs. Walters, we do not wire
14th century crematory urns.

I suppose not.

- Jan, Jan.
- Hello Jonathan.

- Hi, I got something to tell you.
- Oh?

I was trying to call you all
morning but your line is been busy.

Naturally.

I just drove her out of the
showroom, how do you like it?

- It's marvelous.
- Like the color?

- Oh, it's just beautiful.
- The upholstery?

It's yours.

Eh?

In grateful appreciation of the very
brilliant job you've been doing on my office.

What? Jonathan. Jonathan, you
just don't go around giving girls cars.

- I do.
- This your car Mac?

- No, it's hers.
- Oh.

- Is this your car Miss?
- No, it's his.

Jonathan...

Jonathan you're very sweet and very generous
but I cannot accept a gift like this.

- Why not?
- But, well, it's too...

It's too personal.

- This?
- Yes.

If I gave you perfume, if I gave you
lingerie, that would be personal, but...

- But a car?
- Come on Mac, if it's yours move it.

Here, send me the perfume.

- Will you be stopping by my office tomorrow?
- In the afternoon.

Listen...

- Are you sure you don't want the car?
- Yes, I'm sure Jonathan.

See you tomorrow.

- My analyst will never believe this.
- Neither will mine.

Good morning.
Mrs. Walters, I'm sorry to be so late.

That's all right dear Mr.Pierot and I had
a very fruitful morning, didn't we Mr. Pi?

- Very fruitful.
- Good.

Well, what are you doing with that?

I picked it out myself, I thought
it would go wonderfully well...

Mrs. Walters, a fertility goddess is the
last thing you need in Scarsdale.

A fertility goddess? Dear, I had no idea.

Now, don't forget I'm expecting you both
at the housewarming tomorrow evening.

We'll be there.

Savage little thing, isn't it?

That woman has the taste of a water buffalo.

Well, then why do business with her?

Because she happens to
be a very rich water buffalo.

But if you ever leave me
alone with her again...

Where were you?
I tried to reach you all morning.

Oh, lover boy got started very early today.

Oh really Jan, there must be
some way to get a private line.

Tell them it's an emergency.

Thank you Mr. Pi.

- I've reported him to the phone company.
- Well, it's about time.

They're sending an inspector over.

As far as I'm concerned,
whatever Mr. Allen gets...

- he has coming to him.
- Good.

- Mr. Allen, I'm from the telephone company.
- Well hello.

I, I'm, I'm Miss Dickenson.

- I'm an inspector.
- What would you like to inspect?

You, I mean we
received a complaint about you.

Oh I, I've never had any complaints before.

- Won't you come in?
- Why, thank you.

You don't have to break the sound
barrier, you, you hot rodder.

Alm?

Well, I heard from phone company.

I'm the one who can't get a call
through and they sent me this, listen.

Your complaint has been found to be
completely unwarranted and untruthful.

According to our inspector Miss Dickenson.
You believe that? They sent a woman.

It's like sending a marshmallow to put
out a bonfire. Here, read it for yourself.

You know I never get
into focus until 10 o'clock.

Our inspector found Mr. Allen to be
extremely cooperative, I'll just bet he was.

- Hello?
- Miss Morrow? My name is Brad Allen.

Yes?

I've been advised by the phone company that
there's a code number for our party line.

It's 793.

Now, if you have any future
complaints to make, I suggest you dial it...

and complain to me personally.

Why Mr.Allen, if I hadn't complained...

the inspector would never have
found out how cooperative you are.

Miss Morrow, why are you so
fascinated with my personal affairs?

I'm not fascinated Mr. Allen, revolted.

You don't see me going down to the phone
company complaining about your affairs.

- I have none to complain about.
- It figures.

- What do you mean it figures?
- Well, obviously.

You're a woman who
lives alone and doesn't like it.

I happen to like living alone.

Look, I don't know what's bothering you but
don't take your bedroom problems out on me.

I have no bedroom problems, there's
nothing in my bedroom that bothers me.

Oh, well, that's too bad.

Mr. Allen, let's try to be adult about
this and work out some sort of schedule...

where I can make my business
calls and you can make your...

whatever you call the calls you make.

Now, from the hour to the
half hour, the phone will be yours.

From the half hour
to the hour it will be mine.

Should either of us receive a
call during the other's half hour he...

or she will terminate the
conversation as quickly as possible.

In emergencies,
each will exercise a little tolerance.

- How this that sound?
- Like a report from the United Nations.

- You mean, you disagree?
- No, it might work.

Well, I hope so, I understand that
we're going to have to share this...

party line for at least another month, we'll
just have to try living with one another.

Well?

I was waiting for you to
make some off color remark.

Miss Morrow, is that
all you have on your mind?

Never mind my mind, you stick
to your half hour and I'll stick to mine.

You know, he makes pretty good sense.

- Were you listening in again?
- Yes ma'am.

Alma, have you no shame?

No ma'am, he's brightened up
many a dreary afternoon for me.

What did he say that made such good sense?

If there's anything worse than a woman living
alone, it's a woman saying she likes it.

Well, I do like it. I have
a good job, a lovely apartment...

I go out with very nice
men to the best places, the theater...

the finest restaurants, what am I missing?

When you have to ask,
believe me, you're missing it.

Well, what is a girl supposed to do?

Go out on the street and ask the first
man she meets to come home with her?

No, don't do that ma'am, it don't work.

Bedroom problems.

Bedroom problems?

Bedroom problems.

Over here please.

Just set down. No, the other way.

Thank you very much. How's it look?

You look beautiful.

- Oh Jonathan, now really, do you like it...
- Whatever you like, I like.

- Jan, why won't you marry me?
- Jonathan, I don't love you.

Well, that's absurd.

Well, I'm young, I'm rich, I'm healthy.
I'm good looking, I'm very good looking.

- I got everything.
- Including three ex-wives.

Oh, that's what it is.
Jan, please don't hold that against me.

Those marriages were just
a revolt against my mother.

I'm trying to work it out, I'm trying
to find out why I dislike her so.

I've been talking to this psychiatrist
about my mother for two years now.

- And?
- It's perfectly healthy.

He dislikes her as much
as I do and he's from Vienna.

This time it'll be different,
Jan, you'll see, we'll go to Mexico.

It will be like starting from scratch.
I've never been married in Mexico.

- Jonathan, I just don't happen to love you.
- Well, how do you know?

Love isn't an opinion,
it's a chemical reaction.

We've never even kissed.

Well, they didn't hit the moon
with the first m*ssile shot either.

Oh, Jonathan. I guess that's
what I want, to hit the moon.

- Well...
- I tell you what.

Let's have dinner tonight and
then we can try another countdown.

Can't do it, I have to go to
a housewarming party tonight.

- One of our clients.
- Well, I'll call you tomorrow, then.

If I can ever get through that busy signal.

Oh, call between the half hour and the hour.

- How come?
- I've signed a ceasefire with my party line.

Jan, marry me and I'll
smother you with private phones.

I better leave.

That kind of talk could
sweep a girl off her feet.

Hi Alm, any calls?

It's him.

- Mr. Allen, you're on my half hour.
- Party pooper.

- Hello?
- Don't ever do that again.

Mr. Allen, we made an
agreement, you were on my time.

All right, so I
overlapped by a few measly minutes.

What am I supposed to do when
somebody calls me? Be as rude as you are?

- Have you anything else to say?
- Yes, get off my back Lady.

Stop living
vicariously in what you think I do.

There are plenty of warm rolls in the bakery.
Stop pressing your nose against the window.

- Come on in Jonathan, the door is open.
- Hi Brad.

How's the show going?
Got any more songs ready?

- Almost.
- Hi. Well, fine, let's hear them.

Not now Jonathan,
I'm going out, I'm in a hurry.

Now, just a minute my boy, I'm
putting up 200,000 dollars for this show.

We've got a theater deadline to meet.

- Jonathan, you're hounding me.
- No.

I don't know, money seems to
lost its value these days.

With 200000 dollars my grandfather cornered the
wheat market and started a panic in Omaha.

Today, you can't even
frighten songwriters with it.

Well, that's inflation for
you Jonathan, pour yourself a Scotch.

Thanks.

The trouble with you
is you're prejudiced against...

me because I'm part of a minority group.

- What minority group?
- Millionaires.

You outnumber us, but you'll never get us.
We'll fight for our rights to the bitter end.

- We got the money to do it.
- Why Jonathan, you sound absolutely bitter.

Well, you don't know
what this show means to me.

Now look at us, we went through college
together, you worked your way through.

You've become an important songwriter,
you had a couple of big Broadway hits.

You started out with nothing and
you really made something out of yourself.

Me, I started out in college with 8 million
dollars and I still got 8 million dollars.

- I just can't seem to get ahead.
- Who's the girl?

- What girl?
- Oh, come on now, you can't kid me.

I've been through three marriages
with you, you're like a fighter.

You're only ambitious when you
getting ready to climb into the ring.

Yeah.

Well, there is a girl.

Brad, she is the sweetest...

she is the loveliest, she's the
most talented person I've ever met.

That's what you said when
you married that stripper.

She was not a stripper, she was
an exotic dancer, with trained doves.

When is the happy occasion?

Well, I don't know for sure, she,
she claims she doesn't want to marry me.

Not that's what all my wives said at first.

- Mind if I call her up?
- No, go right ahead.

- What's her name?
- Jan.

- Jan, who?
- Jan.

Oh no, not going to tell you.
I may be neurotic, but I'm not crazy.

Busy, I can never get her on the phone.
She shares a party line with some nut.

It couldn't be.

Or could it?

- What kind of a nut?
- Some guy...

Some guy with a phone fetish.

She had to make a deal with him
where they use it on alternate half hours.

That's ridiculous.

- A pretty girl, eh?
- Yeah.

Good figure?

- And you won't tell me who she is?
- That's right.

I found this gold mine, not going to tell an
old claim jumper like you how to get to it.

You sly dog, you.

Still busy, I must be on the wrong half hour.

Brad, as a friend, sit down boy.

As a friend, I only hope one
day you find a girl like this.

You ought to quit all this
chasing around, get married.

- Why?
- Why?

You're not getting any younger fella.
Oh, sure, it's fun, it's exciting.

Dancing, nightclubbing with
a different doll every night.

But there comes a time when a
man wants to give up that kind of life.

Why?

Because he wants to create a stable,
lasting relationship with one person.

Brad, believe me, there is
nothing in this world so wonderful...

so fulfilling, as coming home
to the same woman every night.

- Why?
- Because that's what it means to be adult.

A wife, a family, a house.
A mature man wants those responsibilities.

Why?

Well, if you want to you can find
tricky arguments against anything.

I got to get out of here.

What do you got against marriage anyway?

Jonathan...

before a man gets married, he's...

like a tree in the forest, he...

he stands there
independent, an entity unto himself.

And then he's chopped down, his branches
are cut off, he's stripped of his bark...

and he's thrown into the
river with the rest of the logs.

Then this tree is taken to the mill and
when it comes out, it's no longer a tree.

It's the vanity table,
the breakfast nook, the baby crib...

and the newspaper that
lines the family garbage can.

No, no.

Look, if this girl weren't something extra
special, then maybe I'd agree with you but...

with Jan, you look forward
to having your branches cut off.

Oh, I got to be going.

- Listen, remember I need those songs.
- I'll have them in your office on Monday.

Good man.

- Hello?
- Miss Morrow, this is Brad Allen.

I've just gone through an
agonizing reappraisal of our situation and...

I'm not very proud of myself.

I have used the phone too much
and I've been extremely rude.

I'd like to apologize for the way I've been
acting and I thought we could get together.

Have a cup of coffee, maybe. Get acquainted.
We might find we have a lot in common.

Mr. Allen, we have nothing in common.
Not that meeting you mightn't prove amusing.

But frankly, some jokes are
just too obvious to be funny.

- Bradley honey.
- Almost got, there.

I can't believe it, a song for little old me.

♪ You are my inspiration Marie. ♪

♪ A perfect combination Marie. ♪

♪ Your eyes, your hair, are beyond compare. ♪

♪ So is it any wonder... ♪

♪ You captured me and now
I'm under your spell Marie. ♪

Oh, Brad.

What a pity you have to leave so soon.

Oh yes, I have a very early
appointment in the morning.

You know, everyone thinks
the house is heaven.

Really? Oh, I'm so glad.

- Good evening Mother, how's the party going?
- Oh, lovely dear.

Miss Morrow, I want you to meet my son Tony.

- Hello Tony.
- Hello.

Tony is graduating from Harvard
this summer, he's Phi Beta Kappa, you know.

- Oh?
- Mother is not that big a deal.

Oh, Tony has one fault,
it's that he's too modest.

You needn't wait for a cab
Jan, Tony can drive you into town.

- Oh no, I wouldn't want to impose, really.
- I'd be delighted to Miss Morrow.

Thank you.

I do hope Mr. Pi will
feel better in the morning.

- I'm sure he will, was a marvelous time.
- Thank you dear.

- I'll talk to you soon, good night.
- Yes dear, good night.

Won't be long Mother.

- Tony, don't drive too fast.
- I won't Mother.

What time you have to be back
to the Copa for the next show?

Don't worry darling.

We just got oodles and oodles of time.

- Tony please.
- Jan, you so...

- so primitive.
- Tony, control yourself.

Remember you're a Harvard man.

Not tonight baby, I'm on vacation.

- Stop it, you're only 21.
- I dig older women.

I've never seen a boy
with so many arms before.

Tony, so help me,
I'm going to tell your mother.

It's your word against mine.

- Look, I've never belted a Phi Beta Kappa.
- Ok, Ok, I'll take you home.

Only promise to stop
and have one drink with me.

No. All right.

I'm certainly in no condition for this.
Well now, would you please start this car?

Come on, come on, drink up.
You still on your first one.

Tony, your mother is going to
be terribly worried about you.

Now, what do you say I pour you
into a cab and send you home, eh?

Do you know something?
You are being very uncooperative.

Oh come on Jan, finish
your drink. It's very nourishing.

Will you please stop trying to get me drunk?

Drunk?

I'll have you know a Harvard man
never resorts to getting a woman drunk.

Except in an emergency.
And you Miss Morrow, are an emergency.

Tony, I want you to get the check
and let's get out of here and I mean it.

No, I categorically refuse.

All right, you can stay
till AA comes for you.

- I am leaving.
- No, wait.

- Just one dance and I'll go home. I promise.
- I don't believe you.

Scout's honor.

So that's the other end of your party line.

How are you going to
get on friendly terms with that?

- Anything wrong darling?
- No. No.

- Shouldn't you be getting into your costume?
- Well, it's not much to get into honey lamb.

I know, but...

I want you to look especially nice tonight.

I want to too.

Brad, my boy, you haven't got a chance.

The minute you tell her
who you are, you are buck dead.

But maybe you don't
have to tell her honey lamb.

- You all right?
- I don't feel so good.

You, you mind if we sit this one out?

- No, of course, come on.
- Thank you.

I really should be getting home.

Tony, get up.

Excuse me ma'am.

I reckon it got might too
close in here for your partner.

Oh yes,

I wonder if you
would ask a couple of waiters...

- to help get him outside.
- Why, shucks ma'am.

No need to call anybody else.
Why, come on boy, upsy-daisies.

I can't tell you how
embarrassing this is mister...

Stetson ma'am, Rex Stetson.

- No call to be embarrassed.
- I'm afraid he's had too much to drink.

We have a saying back in Texas ma'am.
Never drink anything stronger than you are.

Or older, your coat ma'am.

Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much.

- I reckon we better get your boyfriend home.
- Oh, he's not my boyfriend.

- No, his mother is a client of mine.
- A client? You a lawyer or something?

- No, I'm an interior decorator.
- You are?

He was driving me home and
insisted on stopping for a drink.

Don't tell me this young fella was
trying to force his attentions upon you.

Well...

Well, it's one thing I can't stand ma'am, a
man who tries to take advantage of a woman.

We make short work of his
kind back in Texas, I can tell you.

2268 Gardner Drive, Scarsdale please.

Drive him slow and set him
down real easy, partner.

Now, how you getting home ma'am? Thank you.

Well, I thought that I would take his car
and then he could pick it up tomorrow.

It's mighty late for a young
lady to be out driving alone.

It's not very far.

I'd feel a lot better if
you'd let me see you home.

It's very nice of you, thank you.

- Oh, it's it.
- This bitty thing?

Why, back home we got
jackrabbits bigger than this.

How you get into this thing?

Well, it's a bit tricky, I think you
better put your right leg in first.

Oh, yeah.

- Now sit down.
- Where?

- On the seat.
- Yeah.

- Can't you get your other leg in?
- I hope so ma'am.

Sure hate to leave without it.

Can you drive?

Well, I think I can manage the steering but
somebody else will have to work the pedals.

- Well, I think we should call a cab.
- I think so too.

Alright.

Ma'am...

You might have to call the automobile
club help get me out of this thing.

- You looked so funny.
- There wasn't a thing I could do.

What a marvelous
looking man, I wonder if he's single.

I don't know how long I can get away
with this act, but she's sure worth a try.

Well, don't just sit there like a bump
on a log, make some casual conversation.

- It's a lovely evening, isn't it?
- Oh yes ma'am, it sure is.

You married?

You idiot, what are you
trying to do? Scare the man away?

No ma'am, I'm not.

This may take some
fancy broken field running.

All those buildings filled with people.

Kind of scares a country
boy like me, you know it.

Isn't that sweet?

So unpretentious and honest.

What a relief after a couple of monsters,
like Tony Walters and that Brad Allen.

Everybody had a large family
but me ma'am, I'm the only child.

Really? There were six of us at home.

Four brothers and two sisters.

Well, that's what I call
a nice-sized family ma'am.

That's something you don't
see much of anymore.

Well, I believe in large families, don't you?

Oh yes indeedy, seems like folks
nowadays have just stopped having kids.

- May I ma'am?
- Thank you.

- I guess it's the high cost of living.
- Or else television.

Between The Late Late Show at night
and Dave Garroway in the morning, why...

seems like there ain't much time.

- Would you like to come in for some coffee?
- Oh no ma'am.

I ain't used to these hours. Why, back
home we'd be just about getting up now.

Well, it's been a real pleasure ma'am.

- Night.
- Good night.

Don't let him walk away
without your phone number you goof.

You might never see him again. Oh Mr.Stetson.

Ma'am?

Seeing as how you're all alone in New York.

Well, if there's anything you
need and I can be of some help...

my number is Plaza 2-2748.

2-2748.

- I'll remember that, bye.
- Bye.

I'd say five or six dates ought to do it.

It's so nice to meet a
man you feel you can trust.

He obviously respected
you, he didn't even try kiss you.

Or maybe you just don't appeal to him.

He didn't write your number down.

Why didn't you think
to ask where he was staying?

- Hello?
- Ma'am, this is Rex Stetson.

- Hello.
- I hope I didn't wake you up.

Not at all.

Well, I was just lying here thinking
about your generous offer and all.

To call you in case there
was anything I needed.

Well, I need to go out
to dinner tomorrow night...

and I sure would enjoy seeing a
friendly face across the table.

Of course, you going to
be busy tomorrow night...

Oh no, I always keep tomorrow night open,
I mean I hadn't, I hadn't planned a thing.

Oh, I'd love to have dinner with you.

Hello, hello, hello, is anybody on this line?

Yes, I am on the line.
Would you please get off it?

All right, but you're on my half-hour.

- Rex? Rex, are you there?
- Yes ma'am, who was that?

- Oh, my party line, a horrible little man.
- He sure isn't very well mannered.

Mannered? He isn't even worth talking about.

Now...

What were you saying?

- I'll be stopping by about 7:30.
- All right, that'll be fine.

- Miss Morrow?
- Eh?

I've never been much on
making fancy speeches but...

I get a nice, warm
feeling being near you ma'am.

It's like, like being around a
potbellied stove on a frosty morning.

Oh, Rex, what a lovely thing to say.

- Well, night ma'am.
- Good night.

Like a potbellied stove on a frosty morning.

He does like you.

- Hello?
- Miss Morrow, Brad Allen.

- Hello? Hello?
- Yes?

I couldn't help overhearing
part of your conversation.

I'm sure you couldn't.

And sharing a phone together
I feel a certain responsibility for you.

Now, look, take my advice, don't go out
with that man tomorrow night, he's a phony.

Of course, it's none of my business.

Oh, that's right Mr.Allen,
it is none of your business.

Ok, only don't let that yokel act fool you.

This ranch hand Romeo is just trying
to lure you into the nearest barn.

Don't judge other people by yourself.

All right, if you won't
take a friendly warning.

But I can tell you exactly
what he'll do tomorrow night.

He'll take you to dinner, dancing...

then he'll find some excuse to stop
off at his hotel room for a moment.

And that Miss Morrow,
is where the payoff comes.

Good night Mr.Allen.

Oh well, this is it.

- This is what?
- My hotel.

You don't mind if we stop off for
a minute, do you? Get my coat?

It's a little bit chilly out.

The payoff.

One thing got to give New York.
Nice, big hotel rooms.

Mighty comfortable beds.

Come on over here.

Now.

Ain't that a pretty view of Central Park?

Mighty romantic, ain't it?

Well, let's go.

You really came up here for your coat.

What you think I came up for ma'am?

- I thought...
- Thought what ma'am?

Well, I thought you brought me up here to...

Oh ma'am.

I'm sorry Rex, I should've known that you're
not like the others, but I had to make sure.

Will you forgive me?

Of course ma'am.

I guess I can't blame you.

Living in bear country is bound to
make you wonder about strange caves.

Now, let's go for that drive.

This way ma'am.

- Why, I thought we were going for a drive.
- We are.

Back home style.

You know something?

Whenever I want to feel close to home...

the only thing that helps
is getting behind a horse.

There's something so wholesome
about a man who loves animals.

I hope this stupid horse knows
where he's supposed to go.

Hangs on to the reins like a subway strap.

I don't know what he's up to,
but I'm sure glad she ain't my daughter.

Now, over here is the ranch house.

Right here is the corral,
it's where I keep my ponies.

And over here behind the
ranch house is a mountain.

Ain't a very big mountain, but it's ours.

- Texas must be a wonderful place.
- Oh yes ma'am, it is, it is.

One minute, I'll check my
coat, then I'll be back.

I seem to be out of cigarettes...

I wonder if you'd excuse me.

- Bye.
- Bye,

Fred, you got to come
down here and help me out.

Fred, I'll make you a deal.

If you come down here
and take her off my hands I...

Fred? Fred?

Hey Brad, Fred who?

Hey Jonathan, old pal. Good to see you boy.

- Sir, you forgot your check.
- Oh, thanks Cathy.

Come on in, there's somebody
here I want you to meet.

- Yeah, who?
- This girl.

Friend of the family.
She's visiting here, wonderful girl.

But I wanted to work on those
songs of yours tonight and...

Say, why don't you take her
over for the rest of the evening?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Take her dancing maybe,
she's dying to learn how to dance.

She doesn't know how to dance?

Well, naturally she doesn't
get out of the house very often.

What do you mean naturally?

Jonathan, believe me, you and Moose,
I mean Miss Taggett, will get along...

Moose?

Oh, all right, so a girl picks up a
nickname, you know how cruel kids can be.

Especially to
someone who's a little different.

- No, no just a minute, how different?
- Well, just...

- Different, you know.
- Wait.

Is that the one right there? That one?

How can you tell?

See, nice and friendly she is?

- Jonathan?
- Are you kidding?

- Jonathan, you got to help me out.
- Sorry pal, it's your moose.

Happy hunting.

Yes, indeedy.

Beatnik.

- Hello?
- Morning Miss Morrow, this is Rex.

- Oh, good morning Rex.
- Ma'am, you done did a terrible thing to me.

- Oh?
- You made me glad I ain't in Texas.

Have I?

Every time I look at you, I say to myself, we
got all kinds of natural resources back home.

But we ain't got nothing like that.

- Oh Rex?
- Tell you something else too.

I kind of hated New York
when I first came here.

All those people, seemed so distant and all.

- Don't feel that way now.
- Ah, that's good.

Sure turned out to be a friendly town.

You'll find that most people are willing
to meet you halfway, if you let them.

Am I going to see you tonight?

Oh, I'd love to Rex
but I already have a date tonight.

- Who with?
- A client.

You don't know him, Jonathan Forbes.

Of course, you ain't the
kind of gal who break a date.

No, I'm not.

And I ain't the
kind of guy that'd ask you to.

I know you're not.

- I'll pick you up at 8.
- I'll be ready.

Oh, what a day. Good morning, Alma.

- Isn't it a beautiful day?
- You can't go by me, I haven't seen it yet.

Ok, I'll take your word for it.

He must be pretty special if
you'd break a date for him.

He is.

- What he like?
- Well, 6 foot 6, handsome...

intelligent, owns a mountain.

Well, don't just stand
there making with the toast.

- Get that robe off and go get him.
- What?

6 foot 6 inches of opportunity doesn't
come along every day, you know.

Alma, I hardly know the man.

Takes only one sip of
wine to tell if it's a good bottle.

- This is a good bottle.
- Oh what you waiting for? Drink up.

Jan, answer me, are you evading my question?

I'll have these initialed if you like.

Why did you break our date?
Now tell the truth.

Because you got another date, eh?

Go ahead, tell me.
You're going out with someone else, right?

- Right.
- That's a terribly cruel thing to say.

- I'm...
- Who is he? What's his name?

- Rex Stetson.
- Do I know him?

- No, he's visiting here from Texas.
- Texas?

Oh Jan, how could you? How
could you ever fall in love with a tourist?

I don't know, I just did.

You admit it, you just said it, you love him.

I did, didn't I?

This many times as I'll be
married, I'll never understand women.

What a blow to my psyche,
to be rejected for a cowboy.

- He's not a cowboy.
- All right, an oilman.

Jan, if you marry him,
you'll have to live out there.

Look at that. New York.
People jostling, shoving, struggling...

milling, fighting for their
lives and you're part of it.

In Texas there's nothing but a
bunch of prairie dogs and stuff.

And even the air out there,
there's nothing in it but air.

In New York you've got air you can
sink your teeth into, it has character.

Jan, you can't live in Texas.

Oh Jonathan, we
haven't even talked about marriage.

Yeah, but it's that look in your eye...

I've been married often enough to know
when a girl's willing to talk about it.

- Do I look willing?
- You look absolutely disgusting.

I'm sorry, you know me, I say an
awful lot of things I don't mean.

I just want you to be happy.

If it's Rex Stetson you want,
I hope it's Rex Stetson you get.

- Excuse me.
- May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to make an
appointment for examination.

- For your wife?
- No, I'm not married.

It's for myself.

You mean, you want the doctor to examine you?

Yes, haven't been feeling too
well, probably just an upset stomach, but...

- fellow can't be too careful.
- I'll tell the doctor you're here.

Oh, there's no need to break in on him, I...

I let it go this long, I,
I can put it off another few minutes.

No, I'm sure he'll be
very anxious to see you.

When she gets back, tell her I'm feeling
much better, probably just a false alarm.

- Where is he?
- He must've just gone.

Excuse me.

The man said he was going to have
a baby and you let him get away?

- But he was obviously a psychopath.
- What if he weren't?

But Dr. Maxwell...

Miss Resnick, medical science still
has many unknown regions to explore.

Look, you're the detective agency...

all I know is that his name is
Rex Stetson and he's from Texas.

I want all the
information you can get on him.

You've helped me get divorced three times,
now let's see if you can get me married once.

What? All right, if it'll
save any time, I'll be right over.

Yes?

- Mr. Allen is here to see you.
- I can't see him.

Sure you can, I herewith present
you three solid gold hit songs.

- Leave them on my desk.
- Where you going?

- You remember that gal I told you about Jan?
- Who?

Jan, the one with the party line with a nut?

Oh yeah, what about her?

Well, she meets this stupid cowboy from
Texas of all places and she falls for him.

- How do you know?
- She told me so.

But don't worry, I'll break it up.

- You will?
- Yeah.

- How?
- Leave it to me.

I don't know how fast he moves but takes an
early bird to get the best of a worm like me.

- Hello?
- Miss Morrow Brad Allen.

Look, I am in a hurry
Mr. Allen, so if you don't mind.

Of course, but before you
hang up, just admit I was right.

- About what?
- Your western gentleman.

He turned out to
be a prairie wolf, didn't he?

Mr. Allen, this may come as a shock
to you, but there are some men who...

don't end every sentence with a proposition.

Oh come on, you mean he didn't
try to get you up to his hotel room?

Yes, he took me to his hotel room.

He showed me Central Park and then we left.

- And nothing else?
- Nothing.

- That's even worse than I thought.
- Worse? What you mean worse?

Oh well, must I spell it out?

- Either you're not telling the truth or...
- Or what?

Well, there are some men who just...

Well, they're very devoted
to their mothers, you know...

the type that likes to collect cooking
recipes or exchange bits of gossip.

- What a vicious thing to say.
- Oh, I hope I'm wrong, but...

- Don't you think you better make sure?
- You are sick.

Why, this isn't Rex Stetson, this is...

- My best friend.
- Yeap, they're usually the ones.

Oh, I can't believe it, I can't believe it.

- Hello? It's for you.
- Thank you.

Graham.

Oh, good work.

- Get your coat Mr. Forbes.
- Why?

I've had one of my men tailing him.

He and the girl just went into a
little club known as The Hidden Door.

The Hidden Door?

Should've listened to my psychiatrist.
He told me never to trust anyone but him.

- Is this Roly Poly?
- Yes, it is.

Oh, I love it.

♪ There's a guy in this
old town, I'm telling you a fact. ♪

♪ He measures 5 feet up and
down and 5 feet front and back. ♪

He's a fat one.

♪ Pleasing as they come. ♪

♪ He's a roly-poly baby, a ton of fun. ♪

Everybody.

♪ Ya-ya, Roly Poly. Ya-ya, Roly Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya, Roly Poly. Ya-ya, Roly Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya, Roly. ♪
♪ Ya-ya, Poly. Ya-ya, Roly, Poly. ♪

Come on Miss Morrow, you know this.

- I don't know all the words.
- Go ahead Jan, sing.

♪ - When I first laid eyes on him
♪ - I laughed just like the rest. ♪

♪ The more I saw the more of
him the more I liked him best. ♪

♪ Got a roly-poly baby.
Point to him with pride. ♪

♪ He's my roly-poly baby, I'm satisfied. ♪

♪ - I call him...
- Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya Roly, Poly. Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya Roly, ya-ya Poly.
Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

- Come on, sing another one.
- Another one?

♪ Just to put my arms
around him takes about a week. ♪

♪ But when I get my arms around
we cuddle cheek to cheek. ♪

♪ Got a roly-poly
baby, sweet as I can find. ♪

- ♪ He's just a roly-poly but so am I. ♪
- I call her.

♪ Ya-ya Roly, Poly. Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya Roly, Poly. Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

♪ Ya-ya, Roly. ♪
♪ Ya-ya, Poly. Ya-ya Roly, Poly. ♪

- ♪ Ya-ya, Roly, Poly. ♪
- ♪ Ya-ya...

- Wasn't that fun?
- Oh, I love that. I love that.

Tell me about your job.

Must be very exciting working with
all them colors and fabrics and all.

Rex...

- Would you like some dip?
- I'd love to.

Thank you.

Ain't these tasty?
Wonder if I could get the recipe.

Sure would like to surprise
my ma when I go back home.

Rex, don't you find me attractive?

Why, yes ma'am, of course.

- Well then, why haven't you ever...
- Ever what?

- I'm sorry, I feel so foolish.
- Oh no, go ahead, what's on your mind?

Well, in all the times that
we've been going out together...

- You've been a perfect gentleman.
- Oh, I hope I have.

Oh, you have. Oh and I
appreciate it, Rex, I really do, but...

- Yes?
- Well...

Being such a perfect
gentleman and all, it's...

it's not very flattering.

Well ma'am, I wouldn't want to do
anything that might spoil our friendship.

Is that all it is with us? Friendship?

Ma'am, that's a direct question.
I think it deserves a direct answer.

♪ I need no atmosphere, no day in June. ♪

♪ I need no rocket
ship, no trip to the moon. ♪

If you excuse me, I better go
to the powder moon, I mean, room.

Fix my lipstick.

- There's our man.
- Yes, I know him.

I can handle it from here.

Need a light cowboy?

When you heading back to the range Tex?

- That's up to you.
- You got two minutes.

We'll do this nice and clean,
so no one is embarrassed.

When she gets back, you'll say goodbye.

You'll put her in a cab and
we'll go home and you'll pack.

- Where I go?
- Connecticut.

My summer house is perfect for writing songs.
No phone and 20 miles to the nearest girl.

- Looks like I haven't much choice.
- Sure looks like it.

Remember, I'll be watching you.

- Ma'am.
- Hello.

You know, I'm sure going to miss
you, leaving New York and all.

- You're leaving? When?
- Tonight, have to mosey up to Connecticut.

- Didn't I tell you?
- No.

No, you didn't.

Well, this friend of mine, a business
associate, has a house up there and...

he practically forced me to
use it, I just couldn't refuse him.

- Why must you...
- Well I...

I may be buying the place and I
kind of want to get the feel of it.

- How long will you be away?
- For the weekend.

It's going to be mighty lonely up there.

- Ma'am, I don't suppose you'd consider...
- Consider what?

No, I'm afraid I couldn't ask you that ma'am.

- Don't be afraid, ask me.
- Well...

- Oh no ma'am, it wouldn't be proper.
- Rex, we're both over 21.

I mean...

Well, I certainly should be
able to trust you by now.

Ma'am, if I sent you home in a taxi...

how long do you think will
take you to get packed up?

- About an hour.
- Forty five minutes?

We're wasting time.

♪ You lied, you dog and you'll be sorry. ♪

♪ You lied, you hound and that's not fair. ♪

- Hello?
- Mr. Allen.

Just so you'll realize how
wrong you are about Rex Stetson...

he's just asked me to go
away with him for the weekend.

He didn't, are you going?

That Mr.Allen,
is something you'll never know.

♪ You are my inspiration, Jan Morrow. ♪

- All set?
- All set. Ah.

Just to make sure you do
plenty of scoring up there.

- I'll do my best.
- You better.

Off you go.

Gosh, I feel guilty, I practically
tricked him into taking me along.

You know, you gone out
with a lot of men in your time.

But this, this is the jackpot.

- You cold?
- No, it's wonderful.

If he only knew what I was thinking.

♪ Hold me tight and kiss me right. ♪

♪ I'm yours tonight,
my darling, possess me. ♪

♪ Tenderly and breathlessly. ♪

♪ Make love to me, my darling, possess me. ♪

♪ Near to me, when you are near to me. ♪

♪ My heart forgets to beat. ♪

♪ Stars that shine make dreams divine. ♪

♪ So say you're mine
and, my darling, possess me. ♪

What you say?

- Didn't you say something?
- Who, me? No.

May I help you sir?

Yes, I've been trying to call,

to phone Miss Morrow for some time
now and there's been no answer.

I just wondered if anything
that could possibly be wrong.

Oh, I hardly think so sir, she just
gone to Connecticut for the weekend.

Connecticut?

There's no phone number,
but I have a forwarding address.

- 241 Stonybrook Road?
- Why, yes sir.

And you let her go?

- Well, wasn't my place.
- No, it's my place.

And I helped him pack.

Remember when I said that...

being near you is like being near a
potbellied stove on a frosty morning?

- Yes.
- I was wrong.

You were?

More like a forest fire,
completely out of control.

You know something?

Out here in the
country you're very different.

I reckon I feel more at
home, for the first time.

A man who owns a mountain
doesn't belong in the big city.

Fire is nearly out.

I better get some more logs.

For later.

Hurry back.

Quicker than a cowpoke chasing a chuck wagon.

Jan, I...

Please...

- Stop.
- Jonathan?

His name isn't Rex Stetson, it's Brad Allen.

- I know that.
- He's a sneaking, double crossing rat.

I know that too, will
you please take me home?

Of course.

Bedroom problems.

At least mine can be solved in one bedroom,
you couldn't solve yours in a thousand.

You cad, at least you could've had the
decency to bring your own champagne.

Jan, you've been crying for 60 miles now.

I, I love it.

Well, don't you think it's
about time you stopped?

I, I can't.

Come on, a cup of
coffee will make you feel better.

- I'm sorry, Jonathan.
- That's all right, come on.

Two coffees please.

Try to control yourself, Jan.

- I've never done anything like this before.
- All right, there has to be a first time.

Don't have to go to pieces over it.

- I'm so ashamed.
- Poor kid.

Guy drives a big car with
all the optional extras.

Thinks he can get away with anything.

- I thought we were going to get married.
- Forget it.

- You becoming hysterical.
- I can't help it.

I hate to do this Jan,
but this is for your own good.

You see? You see?

Jonathan.

Your coffee Mr. Forbes.

Hello Jonathan.

- What happened to you?
- I was jumped upon by five or six ruffians.

- What?
- It's all right Lois, just put it down.

By rights, these loose teeth
belong to you, you made her cry.

- I was only trying to stop her.
- Cry? Did she cry?

Cry? I never knew a woman
that size had that much water in her.

- Have you seen her, Jonathan?
- No.

- Have you talked to her?
- No.

I've decided to give her up
on the advice of my psychiatrist.

Also my dentist.
Where you've been the last three days?

I stayed up there, working on the new songs.

- What you got?
- This.

- And this and this.
- What, what, what?

Couldn't come up with a thing,
I just sat there, feeling guilty.

Guilty? You?

I once saw you work on
three sisters at the same time.

And you came up with some of your best songs.

All of a sudden,
why does one girl make you feel guilty?

I don't know, just do.

Well, what do you know? You're in love.

The mighty tree has been toppled.

For years I've been waiting to
hear them yell timber over you.

- You could be right.
- You're darn right I'm right.

You love her and she
can't stand the sight of you.

That's wonderful,
that's what it is, it's wonderful.

It's almost makes these
loose teeth worthwhile.

- Yeah?
- Miss Morrow is here to see you.

Tell her to come in.

- Is there a back way out of here?
- We're going to have some fun around here.

- Thank you. Good morning Jonathan.
- Jan...

Here's the painting I was telling you about.

Well, let's get on with the
hanging, shall we?

I believe you're acquainted
with Brad Allen? The ex-Rex.

The end tables are coming at 4
o'clock Jonathan, I'll see you then.

Jan, Jan, wait.

Look, I don't blame you for
hating me. I'm trying to apologize.

Oh, excuse me.

- Well, where did he go?
- I don't know, but he came out of there.

And you let him get away again?

- Well now, surely Doctor you don't believe?
- Miss Resnick, a prejudiced viewpoint

never advanced the cause of science.

Somewhere in this building, there may
be a man who's crossed a new frontier.

- Jonathan, how do I get her back?
- You don't, that's the beauty of it.

- You suffer and I watch.
- Got to be a way, there's got to.

What a delightful situation, the great
Brad Allen, chopped down to size...

floating down the river
with the rest of us logs.

When you want to get on friendly
terms with a girl, you're nice to her dog.

No dog.

Well, if there's no dog,
then you're nice to her mother.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Well, if worse comes to
worst, you work on her maid.

Alma? You couldn't get
to first base with her.

Alma.

Thanks a lot.

- Excuse me, may I talk to you?
- Yes.

- My name is Brad Allen and I...
- Mr. Allen, of course.

Get lost.

- I'd know that voice of yours anywhere.
- You know me?

- You are my inspiration Alma.
- Oh, the telephone.

- I, I'm one of your most devoted listeners.
- Why, thank you.

- That's all right.
- Oh well, couldn't we...

it's a little chilly out here, couldn't we
stop in and have a drink somewhere?

Oh, no, I don't usually, I, Well, I
might have one, just to be sociable.

Good, good. I know a nice
little bar right down the street.

I know a better one.

You ready for another one?

- No?
- No.

Now, let's take this
problem from the beginning.

You're in love with her and
you want to win her back.

First thing you got to do
is to get her to talk to you.

- Right?
- Right.

Really very simple.

You got an apartment,
she decorates apartments.

You hire her to do your place.

Two people decorating an
apartment, it's pretty intimate.

- Intimate.
- She's got to talk to you.

- Clever?
- Clever.

And once you start talking,
it's only a matter of time.

Now remember, you hire her
to decorate your apartment.

- Ok?
- Ok.

- Happy?
- Happy.

Would you care for a
little snack of some kind?

Hi there slugger, this will fix you up.

- How you feel?
- Oh boy.

I've had hangovers before, but this time...

- even my hair hurts.
- And you were going to get her drunk, eh?

I stayed with her through a bottle of Scotch.
I lost her halfway through the vodka.

This will fix you up,
it's got a lot of olive oil in it.

The State Department could use her.

- What a party girl she'd make in Moscow.
- And two raw eggs.

Oh, go away.

Didn't you find out anything from her?

All I remember is this voice swimming
towards me through a sea of Scotch.

You got an apartment,
she decorates apartments, right?

Right.

Of course.

What's the name of that
place where she works?

Pierot's, but she won't talk to you.

- But Pierot will, you know the number?
- Yeah.

Dial it.

Not so loud.

What you think?

- But you threw out all my ideas.
- Well I...

Jan, I hate to say this, but you were
absolutely right, this is much better.

Of course, if you repeat
that to anyone, you're fired.

Tilda, as soon as you get back
from the post office, call...

Brad Allen back and tell him it's impossible.

He'll have to get another
decorator to do his apartment.

Yes sir.

- You mean, you turning him down?
- I have to.

- But why?
- Because I haven't the time to do his place.

And I certainly can't send you,
not with the way you feel about him.

But it's not fair for you to lose a
commission because of my personal feelings.

I couldn't subject you to such an experience.
It might be, how would you say, traumatic.

Now, that's silly. Now, look.

Once, I had the mumps.

- It wasn't very pleasant but I got over it.
- The mumps?

I look upon
Brad Allen like any other disease.

I've had him, it's over, I'm immune to him.

- Alright Jan, if you think you can handle.
- I certainly can.

It's your decision.

Mr. Allen? Pierot. She's coming over.

Why Miss Morrow, I was expecting Mr. Pierot.

Mr. Pierot is unavailable at this time.

However, if you'd
rather wait until he's free...

Oh, no, no. You'll
do just fine please come in.

It's just that, well,
it's a little embarrassing.

Mr. Allen, I'm a decorator, you're a client.

I'm here because you are
paying for my professional services.

Now, what style did you have in mind?

Nothing in particular.

I'm leaving that entirely up to you.

Now, here...

This is where I do my work.

Living room, over here is the
kitchen, dining room over there.

- And up here?
- The bedroom.

- And these?
- Light switches.

Just switches.

- Aren't they rather inconvenient?
- Why, no.

The man that lived here
before me had very long arms.

Over here...

Mr. Allen, if I'm going to redo the apartment
I have to know what everything is for.

And now, this is the fireplace.

But I'd like to see what
the other switch does.

It's just a light switch.
I wouldn't pay any attention to it.

Mr. Allen please.

Jan, I...

Why redecorate?
It's so functional for your purposes.

Not anymore.
That's why I want you to redecorate.

That bed is the first thing
I want you to get rid of.

And anything else that
you think is in bad taste, throw it out.

I want you make this the type of place...

well, you'll feel comfortable in.

- I keep that in mind.
- Good.

You go right ahead and take over
and I'll stay here and do my work.

I'm sorry Mr. Allen, once
we get started you have to move out...

- and stay away until I'm finished.
- Move out?

The men are going to be
working here, you just be in the way.

But there might be things that
you want to discuss with me.

On a job like this Mr. Allen,
you have to give me carte Blanche.

But I...

- If you happens to feel that way.
- No. No. No. I'll leave.

Just do the place the way you'd like it.

I will.

Tilda, call these shops and tell
them I'll be coming by, will you?

I want to pick up a few things.

But Miss Morrow,
we don't deal with any of these shops.

- But you know what their stuff is like.
- You bet I do.

You should've seen that man's apartment.
He's got it down to a science.

He pushes a button and the couch
becomes a bed with baby blue sheets.

Really?

And him acting so embarrassed.

Big phony.

Is like a spider and he
expects me to redecorate his web.

Eileen? Brad.

Dear, I want you to be the first to know.

I've met this girl, I've fallen in love
with her and I'm planning to marry her.

Oh, nonsense dear,
you have everything to live for.

No. It's not nauseating enough.

- That one, with the two heads.
- You're not serious.

Wrap it.

Marie? Brad.

Dear, I want you to be the first to know.

- With big velour tassels.
- Tassels?

Tassels.

Goodbye my dear.

Yes. Yes Mr.Allen, your apartment will
be ready first thing in the morning.

There's just one
final touch I want to give it.

Goodbye.

Behold Jonathan, the work of a woman in love.

Oh, no.

I hope you saved those telephone numbers.

What?

That chair, it bit me.

Get your clothes on.

- You get out of here.
- We're going to my apartment.

- I've seen it.
- You'll see it again.

- Now, put your clothes on.
- I won't.

Are you getting out of that bed
or am I coming in after you?

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, how dare you?
Oh, you put me down. I said, put me down.

I said, put me down.

What are you doing? Where are you taking me?

I'm warning you, put me down or I'll scream.

- Oh, good morning Mrs. Wilson.
- Good morning.

Now you put me back in my bed.

Down please.

Harry, would you be so
kind as to call the police?

Harry.

Alma, Alma, stop him.

You wouldn't take me out the street.

- If I ever get on my feet again, look out.
- Alma...

That man just inspired me to do
something I should've done long ago.

You too nice a looking
woman to go out drinking every night.

You know, what you need
is a man to take care of.

Then you wouldn't have so much time to drink.

Why Harry, you so strong.

They'll never believe this
back in Wichita Falls.

Officer, arrest this man.
He's taking me up to his apartment.

- Can't say as I blame him Miss.
- How's it going Brad?

Fine, Kelly.

- Mommy, where's that man taking that lady?
- I'll tell you when you're older.

All right, you got me up
here to see the apartment.

Now will you kindly put me down?

It's customary for the groom to
carry the bride across the threshold.

What bride?

How's it feel, returning
to the scene of the crime?

What bride?

Why did I spend a fortune
having this apartment done over?

Why did I cut myself off
from every girl I know?

Why is any man destroy himself?
Because he thinks he's getting married.

- And what is it get me?
- What bride?

This.

You did yourself a great job...

and as far as I'm concerned you
can stay here and charge admission.

Doctor look, it's him.

Him?

Just a moment sir.
Would you mind stepping into my office?

Not now, I have to see a friend of mine.

Yes, but I want to talk
to you for just a moment.

- But I have some important news to tell.
- It's only take a few minutes.

You don't understand,
I'm going to have a baby.

Of course you are.

Wait a minute, Jonathan.

Jonathan.