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go down first

and I'll sell them the idea that...

that you've had an attack of hiccups.

And then two minutes later,

you come down and tell Mr. Egelbaur...

I'll tell him.

Yes. You tell Mr. Egelbaur

that you're extremely sorry.

Make a simple little apology,

but sincere.

Say that you heard his singing

all the way upstairs

and even at that distance

it was wonderful.

Now, listen, Plunkett,

Incorporated.

You go to those customers

of yours and give 'em a sales talk.

Sell them anything you want,

but not me.

I'm fed up with underwear,

cement, linoleum.

I'm sick of being a trademark

married to a slogan!

Gilda.

Don't you tell them

I've got hiccups.

Tell them I've got the advertising blues,

the billboard collywobbles!

Slogans and sales talks

morning, noon, and night,

and not one human

sound out of you

and your whole flock

of Egelbaurs!

That's just

a lot of words.

There's only

one issue here.

If this Strump and Egelbaur deal is spoiled,

I'll know just who to blame.

Where... where is everybody?

I think

they've all gone home.

Gone home?

What for? Why?

You should never

have socked McGuire.

Socked McGuire?

I admit

I was a bit careless,

but how should I know Kaplan

would creep up in the back?

That's partnership.

Kaplan? Creep up

in the back?

Yes. But the real surprise

of the evening was Egelbaur.

He starts slow.

But warms up.

Wonderful footwork.

What happened?

Was there a fight?

A marvelous fight!

It was

quite a demonstration.

Oh.

Gilda.

I know all about it.

I'm awfully sorry, Max,

but it all can be remedied very easily.

We've got to do

something about it.

Quite right.

But let me do it.

After all, it was my friends

who caused the trouble and I'm to blame.

Well, what do you...

Max, I'm going to make

a great sacrifice for your business.

I'm going to leave you.

Leave me? You're crazy.

That won't help.

Oh, yes, it will.

Tremendously.

Now, tomorrow you put

on your nicest derby

and you go and call

on your customers

and tell them you've separated

from your wife

because of her connection

with those two terrible wretches.

I guarantee you,

you'll be considered

the biggest martyr

in the history of cement.

So, I see.

That's the way

you feel about the matter.

Good old Max.

Cheer up.

You really haven't

any complaints.

I've more than doubled your business

since our bridal night.

And after I leave you,

it's liable to triple.

That's all

you really wanted, anyway.

Now, Gilda, be sensible.

That's Mr. Egelbaur.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mr. Egelbaur.

Well, how are you,

Mr. Egelbaur?

So...

And poor Mrs. Egelbaur,

how is she?

Well, Mr. Egelbaur,

you must realize

that I had nothing

to do with it whatsoever.

Goodbye, Max.

Gilda, just a minute.

Yes, Mr. Egelbaur.

Oh, I can explain everything

to your fullest satisfaction.

I guarantee it.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Egelbaur.

Oh, that's big of you.

Tomorrow morning, 9:00 sharp.

Oh, you've made me

a very happy man, Mr. Egelbaur.

Now we'll have some fun.

Back to Paris.

To the same old studio?

To the same old dump.

And work!

Great.

But you can't paint in that suit.

- I'll burn it.

And you can't write

in that top hat.

In the ashcan with it!

Let's hear, Gilda.

Can you still say rotten?

Rotten!

Gilda, you gonna criticize us

with that baseball bat of yours?

Till you say uncle.

Gilda.

Dear critic.

But, boys,

this is very important.

There's one thing

that has to be understood.

I know.

Yes, we know.

It's a gentleman's agreement.

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