Design for Living Page #6
It's either too late
or too early.
I'm your wife, Max.
That's well put.
Gilda, it's, uh, 9:30.
Oh, that late?
Yes, and I have an appointment
in the morning, 10:15 sharp.
Oh.
Beautiful.
Kaplan and McGuire!
Your friends from now on
as well as mine.
What did they
do that for?
Why, they want
to remember us.
I think
it's very nice of 'em.
This is no time
for remembering.
It would have been much more
tactful of them to forget.
I think it's offensive.
Oh, well, now, that's a closed
chapter in your life.
Anyhow, you've nothing
to worry about
on that score.
I've forgiven you.
Forgiven me! For what?
Oh, that's all right.
Well, I don't want
to be forgiven!
Well, I forgive you
just the same.
It'll make you feel better.
It's their idea
of a joke.
I can just see them
sitting in China,
laughing their heads off.
About what?
It's a rotten trick.
It's cheap.
It shouldn't surprise you.
They never fooled me for a minute.
Hooligans.
Max, I don't care
to discuss them at all.
But if you ever feel
it's necessary to mention them,
don't call them hooligans!
Oh, well, of course,
they have some fine qualities...
Please stop talking
about them!
It's my wedding night.
Leave those two boys
where they are, in China!
I've an appointment
tomorrow morning.
10:
15 sharp. It's important.Hello, darling.
Hello.
Well, Gilda,
great news for you.
Our party's in the bag.
Really?
Yes, sir.
Guess what?
I give up.
Mr. Egelbaur has accepted.
Is that good?
Say, listen,
I'll guarantee you one thing.
Let this party be a success,
and inside of two weeks,
we'll be invited
to the Egelbaurs.
I see. "An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth. "
Oh, don't talk like that.
Strump and Egelbaur
are figuring
on the greatest publicity campaign
in the history of cement.
Oh, what about the Strumps?
Don't we have to invite them, too?
Mr. Strump comes first.
Strump and Egelbaur.
No, no, no. We can't
have them at the same time.
They're not
on speaking terms.
That's right. I forgot about
Mr. Strump and Mrs. Egelbaur.
Oh, don't mention that.
Don't even breathe it.
I won't.
You promise?
Promise.
Word of honor?
Cross my heart.
And please don't worry
about the Strumps.
A week from Tuesday,
we have the Strumps.
That's diplomacy.
And if this Strump party is a big social
success, is there any chance
we'll be invited
to the Strumps?
It's a cinch.
What a season.
Everybody, please.
Everybody who wants to play
20 questions, all in the living room.
Everybody who wants to play
20 questions, all in the living room.
Everybody who wants
to play...
Gilda. What are you
doing here?
Just resting
between rounds.
Oh, we're going to play
20 questions in the living room.
Mr. Egelbaur's requested it.
Oh, Max.
Oh, it's going to be
great fun.
But I've had so much fun
all evening.
It's almost too much
for me.
Post office
with Kaplan and McGuire.
Drop the handkerchief
with the linoleum group...
But Mr. Egelbaur...
Well, I've just played going
to Jerusalem with Mr. Egelbaur.
Now he wants to play
20 questions.
Oh, you've got to come.
There's no way of getting out of it.
All right.
We'll start right away.
Shh.
All right, Gilda.
Is it animal, vegetable,
or mineral?
Are you expected?
No.
Not exactly expected.
Anticipated, hoped for,
and dreamed about.
Do you wish
to see Mr. Plunkett?
No!
Positively no!
Mrs. Plunkett,
if you please.
Mrs. Plunkett is engaged
in playing 20 questions.
She can't be disturbed.
Oh. Oh, I see.
20 questions.
Hmm.
It makes it
rather difficult.
Well, uh,
what you say, Inspector?
I beg your pardon.
This is Inspector Knox.
How do you do, sir?
How do you do?
Well, Sergeant, uh...
Excuse me. Sgt. O'Toole.
How do you do?
How do you do, sir?
Headquarters.
Shall I notify them?
Oh, no,
don't bother, please.
We'll, uh, we'll wait.
Any trouble?
No, no, not at all.
Uh, we're only here in behalf of
the Policeman's Benefit Ball.
About some tickets?
Righto.
All right.
Wait, if you want to.
Well, Inspector,
how did the butler strike you?
A dual personality.
Hmm.
Shall we, uh, look over
the premises?
Righto, Sergeant.
We may run
into some valuable clues.
Shall we start
with the kitchen?
No. Let's begin
with the boudoir.
Ah.
Animal, vegetable,
or mineral?
Animal.
Gilda.
I won't do it. I guessed
Mr. Egelbaur in 10 questions,
and that's enough.
I'm worn out.
Gilda, I insist.
I won't do it.
You-you're ruining
everything.
I don't care!
I won't ask
Mr. Egelbaur to sing.
All right, then I'll ask him myself.
- Fine.
And you'll have
to come and listen.
Nothing doing.
But he... he... he
brought his music.
I'm not going to listen
to that Egelbaur sing!
I won't! I won't!
I won't!
Oh, please, Max,
let me rest.
All right. Get your rest.
Take two minutes,
and come down.
Egelbaur.
~ Egelbaur! ~
~ Egelbaur! ~
~ Egelbaur ~~
Well, dear me.
Look who's here.
How did you get in?
Shall we tell her?
I would.
We have nothing to conceal.
The stork brought us.
I... I thought
you were in China.
We moved.
Shall we sit down?
Yeah, please.
That's Tom.
And that's George.
And this is Gilda.
No, that's not Gilda.
That's Mrs. Plunkett.
No, that's Gilda.
Ah, let's see.
Well, there's
a certain resemblance.
You're right.
It's Mrs. Plunkett.
But from here, from here she looks
a teeny-weeny bit like Max.
Maybe it's Mr. Plunkett.
Well, I doubt it.
~ Falling leaf ~
~ And fading tree ~~
He really fell in the river?
Feet first.
What's this?
What's going on here?
We have callers
from China.
What are you doing here?
Shh.
We're hiding
from Mr. Egelbaur.
Shh.
Listen, this is no time
for jokes.
I haven't invited you, I don't want
you here, and neither does Gilda.
Uh, Gilda,
you must come down.
Egelbaur's on
his second song.
Egelbaur! Egelbaur!
What am I gonna say?
What am I gonna do?
One moment,
Mr. Plunkett. Question.
Who is this Mr. Egelbaur?
You see, Mr. Egelbaur
is not only a first-rate singer,
but he's also
the head of Strump and...
I want you two to leave these
premises at once.
Well, Inspector,
what do you think?
Animal, vegetable,
or mineral?
Vegetable.
~ Sky ~
~ Goodbye ~
~ Summer ~
~ Goodbye, goodbye ~
~ Goodbye ~~
Egelbaur!
~ Goodbye ~
~ Goodbye ~~
You arranged all this.
You were expecting 'em.
Don't be silly. I arranged nothing.
I knew nothing about it.
Well, how did they get here, then?
The stork brought them.
Oh, I see. I see
what you mean.
Hooligans. That's what they are
and that's what they always will be!
Maybe they are.
Maybe I'm a hooligan, too.
Maybe I want
to be a hooligan.
No. No, Gilda. No.
No, you don't. No.
Now, we've got
to calm down.
You want
a glass of water?
No, thank you.
Now, I'm willing to drop the whole matter.
I forgive you.
Are you starting
to forgive me again?
Just relax and be a good girl.
I'll handle this.
Uh, you let me
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