Heaven Can Wait Page #5

- Yes, sir.

- Flogdell, is that -

- That's Mr. Strable.

And that spreading chestnut tree

under which Grandfather is standing?

That's Mrs. Strable.

And, uh, where's the lucky girl?

Standing beside your Aunt Minetta

with her back to us.

She's just turning round.

Charming young lady,

if I may say so.

Flogdell, I don't think

I can stand this party.

- Get my hat and coat.

- But, sir.

My hat and coat.

- Henry! There you are. Many happy returns.

- Thank you.

And now it's about time for you

to come and meet the Strables.

- Where are you going?

- Out.

I beg you to stay and behave

like a Van Cleve just once.

The Strables know it's your birthday, and they

want to congratulate you. Oh, Martha. Martha.

- Yes, Albert?

- Dearest, I want you to meet Henry Van Cleve.

This is the cousin whose birthday

we're celebrating today.

Many happy returns, Mr. Van Cleve.

- Cousin Henry.

- Cousin Henry.

- Thank you, Cousin Martha.

- Well, here she is, Henry.

Now I've done my duty bringing some

new blood into the family. It'll be your turn next.

- That's most unlikely.

- Oh, nonsense.

All you need to do

is to meet the right girl.

That's difficult, Albert.

I'm afraid I'll never have your luck.

Yes. No question about it. I'm lucky.

Well, shall we go in?

Father Strable. Father Strable.

Don't be afraid.

I should have told him.

It would have been the thing to do.

It shall remain our secret.

I promise.

Thank you.

Yes, we had a secret.

The most innocent secret I ever had.

It happened Saturday morning

in Wannamaker's Department Store.

Hello, Mother? I'm at the hairdresser's.

They're still doing my hair.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Just a moment,

and I'll ask them how long it'll be.

Here was a girl lying to her mother.

Naturally, that girl interested me at once.

They say it'll take

about 15 more minutes.

I'll be home at the most

in half an hour.

Don't worry, Mother.

Good-bye.

Why was this angel lying to her mother?

I had to fiind out,

so I followed her.

But even if she hadn't lied to her mother,

I would have followed her anyway.

- May I help you, miss?

- Thank you.

I would like to see a -

Are there no women clerks?

Unfortunately not.

But it might make you feel a little easier...

if I tell you that I'm the one usually chosen

by the management to handle...

the more delicate situations.

As a matter of fact, they call me

"the bookworms' little mother. "

Well, it's, uh -

- Maybe I better come back some other time.

- Please, miss.

My employer is watching, and if he sees me

losing a customer, it might cost me my job.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Naturally, I wouldn't

like to deprive you of your livelihood.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Thank you again and again.

- Well, the title of the book is, uh -

- Yes?

I saw it in the corner

of the second window...

between To Have and to Hold

and When Knighthood Was in Flower.

Hmm.

There you are.

I probably should apologize.

I imagine I should have called you madam.

No, it's still miss.

- But not for long, I presume.

- That's quite right.

- How much is the book?

- Oh.

We'll be only too glad to charge it if you would be

kind enough to give me your name and address.

Thank you, but I'd rather pay.

How much?

- Uh, it's very expensive.

- Oh, that's all right.

Now, this is against the interests

of Mr. Brentano...

but since I am, so to speak,

your literary confessor...

I must be honest with you.

Don't buy this book.

You don't need it.

I'll tell you something

much more appropriate for you.

Leave your nest

and fly away with me.

Well, I might buy that book too -

Well, we don't have it

in stock right now...

but I'd love to discuss the idea with you,

and if you like it -

I'm afraid I haven't much time.

So, please, will you tell me?

How much is

How to Make Your Husband Happy?

Look at her. Dr. Blossom Franklin.

Now where could a woman like that

have found out how to make a husband happy?

You certainly don't want to

learn anything from her.

You're so charming, so young

and so beautiful.

I beg your pardon.

You shouldn't say such things.

You see, miss, when selling literature,

one gets poetic.

And you must forgive me

if I take poetic license once in a while.

I'd rather not discuss it any further,

and if you don't mind, I'd like to buy this book.

I do mind. Now, imagine

I'm the man you're going to marry.

I couldn't imagine any such thing.

Well, what's the matter with me?

You think I'm that terrible?

Please. I just came in here to buy a book.

That's all.

I understand. But for the sake of discussion,

let's say we are getting married.

Believe me. I don't want anybody

to tell you how to make me happy.

The greatest gift you could bring me

is to be just as you are - adorable.

- All I want is a book.

- Stubborn, eh?

- What?

- Pardon my poetic license.

If you don't change your attitude,

I shall have to complain to your employer.

I'm not employed here.

I'm not a book salesman.

I took one look at you

and followed you into the store.

If you'd walked into a restaurant,

I would have become a waiter.

If you'd walked into a burning building,

I would have become a fireman.

If you'd walked into an elevator, I would have stopped it between

two floors, and we'd have spent the rest of our lives there.

Please forgive me,

but you can't walk out of my life like that.

I think your behavior's outrageous.

It's mad.

- I must insist that you leave me at once.

- Never. Never.

Is this man annoying you, miss?

If he is, just say so. I'll take care of him.

Am I annoying you?

Tell the officer.

No. The gentlemen was just

saying good-bye.

- Well, good-bye.

- Good-bye.

This was our terrible secret.

I'm terribly sorry, Albert.

Dearest, you don't

seem to realize who's singing.

I know. Young Mrs. Cooper-Cooper.

If it were just a relative,

it wouldn't be half so embarrassing.

But Mr. Cooper-Cooper is one of

your most important clients. I haven't forgotten.

But what could I do?

I had to sneeze.

But you did it right in the middle of her aria -

and five times.

Because I had to sneeze five times.

Albert, suppose someday in the future

I had to sneeze -

Then you sneeze.

Naturally.

Don't you worry. After all,

I'm taking you for better or for worse.

Do you think

you may have to sneeze again?

- I don't know. I can't guarantee it.

- Well, then let's not take any chances.

Why don't you go in the library

and rest a while and see how things develop?

Make yourself comfortable.

Read a book.

I think I'd better go back for the encore.

Yes, dear.

- Cousin Henry.

- Yes, Cousin Martha?

You must never do anything

like that again.

Is that what you came back here

to tell me?

I think it's outrageous.

I hardly know you.

Why, even Albert,

my own fianc, never dared to -

- Kiss you?

- Of course he kissed me. Why not?

After all, we're engaged.

- But he never kissed me like that.

- Like what?

Oh, I hate you.

I hate you.

I don't even know why

I stay in the same room with you.

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