Full House Page #9

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Cheer up, Jim.

For that three dollars...

you can buy her

one sealskin earmuff.

Genuine platinum.

He is pretty, nein?

For your husband?

He is quiet,

but he's of real value.

Yes, that describes

him exactly.

Oh! Oh, I thought you

meantJim, my husband.

Maybe I did.

He must be a good man

if you marry him.

Oh, thank you.

It's the only fob I've ever seen that's

as beautiful as his watch.

It's not just

an ordinary watch.

It was his father's

and his grandfather's...

and it will be

handed on down to-

That is, if we have a son.

And you will.

You will have a boy.

This fob, it'll bring you luck,

l bet you.

Mr. Menkie, all I have

is 21 dollars and 87 cents...

but I do so want to take

the fob home with me tonight.

Could l- Could I pay you

the rest later?

What is this "later"?

Do you think I'm squeezing blood

out of a stone?

For you... I make

a special price.

Twenty dollars.

Oh, Mr. Menkie!

Oh, thank you!

Thank you!

Mr. Schultz, did I wish you

a merry Christmas?

- I don't know. Maybe. I think so.

- Well, I want to.

I want everyone to have a merry Christmas,

even Santa Claus.

- God bless you.

Oh, dear God,

let him still love me.

Please let him still love me.

- Say, where's Jim? Jim, come on.

- I haven't seen him.

We're going to Clancy's Saloon

and have a hot-buttered rum.

- No, thanks, fellas.

- Come on. It's Christmas Eve.

No, my wife's alone.

She worries if I'm late.

- Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas to you.

Poor fella henpecked,

isn't he?

- Did you ever see his wife?

- No.

You should be henpecked

so nice.

Hello.

- Don't turn it-

- Why not?

Oh, Jim,

don't look at me that way.

It'll grow out again.

You know how fast my hair grows.

But- But what-

I cut it off and sold it...

because I couldn't have lived through

Christmas without giving you a present.

You cut off your hair?

Yes. And sold it.

But it doesn't matter

so much, does it, Jim?

I'm still me

without my hair.

I can't believe it.

Your hair-

L-lt's gone.

You needn't look for it, Jim.

It's sold, I tell you.

Oh, Jim, tell me

it doesn't matter.

Tell me I look all right.

Even if you don't mean it, tell me.

Oh, say "merry Christmas"

and open your present, darling.

Why, it's all right, darling.

It- It looks- looks fine.

It'd take more than a haircut

to make me love my girl any less.

- Honestly?

- Honestly.

I, uh- l-

I stopped on my way home and...

bought something for you.

Oh, Jim!

Oh, Jim!

They're not-

Why, my hair

grows so fast, Jim.

By spring I can wear them.

Oh, but- but you haven't opened

your present, darling.

Isn't it beautiful? You'll have to look at

your watch a hundred times a day now.

Put it on.

Put it on, and let's see.

Della, darling, why don't we put our

Christmas presents away for a while?

They're much too nice

to use just now.

You see, I sold the watch

to buy you the combs.

Oh, Jim!

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