Holiday Affair Page #2

What do you say, Connie?

Could you give me

a little more time, Carl?

You've had almost two years.

Well, you know what they say:

"This is so sudden. "

You've got to have someone

to buy loud neckties for.

You told me about them.

Boy, I sure bought Guy some beauts.

- How he must have hated wearing them.

- I'll bet he didn't.

Any more than I would.

Carl, I like you very, very much.

You know that. But I don't feel that I...

Connie, I've gotten a lot of divorces

for a lot of people.

Most took one look at each other

and said, "This is it. "

Married two days later

and split up two years later.

But I've never gotten a divorce

for two people that really liked each other.

But, Carl, there's Timmy.

- Are you sure you're ready?...

- Are you trying to talk me out of this?

I promise you won't have

to ask me again, Carl.

If it's yes, I'll ask you.

Does it feel like yes?

Sort of.

I'll tell you what it does feel like.

Time to do these pots and pans.

And this time you're gonna need this.

There.

You know, I'll never forget

the day you hired me.

There I was, sitting at the agency

with all the other girls.

I was afraid you were gonna take Evelyn.

Hey, night owl.

What are you doing still awake?

Oh, I was thinking.

I can't go to sleep.

I've got something for you

to think about.

You like Carl, don't you?

Sure, he's a nice guy.

He just asked me to marry him.

Are you going to?

I might.

Why?

Oh, for a lot of reasons.

We could be a real family.

I like us the way we are.

I don't want anybody else.

We could have a house

with trees and a yard.

You might even have a dog.

I like this place.

I don't want anything to change.

We'd be the same as we are, Timmy.

Only better.

Well, I guess so.

Be especially nice to Carl

when he comes over tomorrow.

Why? Is it his birthday?

No.

I just want him to feel

that you like him a lot.

Well...

Good night, Mr. Ennis.

Good night.

If you marry him,

you won't be Mrs. Ennis anymore.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Could you wait on me, please?

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm busy.

Well, hello.

- Oh!

- May I help you?

- Oh, hello.

- Well, I'll tell you what...

- Came to return the train, huh?

- It wasn't exactly what I wanted.

- I didn't think it would be.

When I got home, my little boy said...

Oh, it was for your boy?

Why, yes, of course.

Is that so?

Anything strange about that?

What's your boy's name,

Macy's, Saks, Gimbel's...

...Wanamaker's or Fisher and Lewis?

I tagged you yesterday.

When you came back today,

I knew I was right.

Didn't ask me a lot of questions

about the train. Didn't ask me the price.

But you had the exact amount

all ready, including the tax.

You didn't want me to send it.

You didn't want Christmas wrappings.

It didn't take the greatest brain in the world

to spell out "comparison shopper. "

What are you going to do?

I press a little button. A store detective

rushes up and takes your picture.

We send a copy to every department

and that ends your activities in this store.

And I get fired.

Hazard of the profession.

If you're gonna be a spy,

you gotta expect a firing squad.

My boy ends up getting his shoes

from Children's Aid...

...and you're a great big man.

I thought we'd be getting back

to little Butch.

His name is Timothy.

He's 6 and a half years old. I support him.

What does your husband do?

Is he working his way through college?

My husband's dead.

He was killed in the war.

Would you like to hit me

over the head with this?

I didn't mean to bring that in, but...

I asked for it.

Well, what now?

Now I write you a refund slip...

...which I have a feeling

I'm gonna live to regret.

- Oh, thank you very much. I'm...

- Name?

Connie Ennis.

I'm awfully grateful for your doing this.

It means an awful lot to me.

- Address?

- 165 East 75th Street.

Look, do me a favor.

There are 56 departments in this store.

Don't come back to this one, okay?

Okay. Thanks again.

Psst.

Could you wait on me, please?

I'd like the union suit

you have advertised.

Ribbed cotton, fleece-lined,

long sleeves...

...and I think it also has...

- Darling, you remembered.

Now, let me see.

Your husband wears

about a size 42 or 44, I believe.

Oh, no. I want the special. The 56.

Fifty-six? Madam, do you realize

how big that is?

We just have a few of them

made for fat men.

Fifty-six, please.

Well, that's what they told me to get.

Still engaged in commercial espionage,

I see.

Fisher and Lewis have to eat.

Let me give you a tip.

You're much too professional.

A customer doesn't know

what she wants until she sees it.

- And then she doesn't want it. See?

- Ha-ha.

Well, um, what are you doing down here?

I got fired.

Oh, no. Because of me?

I was supposed to turn you in.

That's a rule, you know.

Oh... How in the world did they find out?

Little floorwalkers have big ears.

- Well, is there anything I can do?

- There certainly is.

When I was a working man,

I used to eat with the boys.

But now, well, I somehow

just don't feel they'd want me.

- And since it's lunchtime...

- I'll even buy your lunch.

That's roughly what I had in mind,

except I'll buy yours, on one condition.

You let me take you to my favorite

restaurant and I do the ordering.

I'm entirely in your hands.

Here we have a 56.

- It's the only one left, but...

- It's just exactly what I want.

Would you wrap it? I'll pick it up later.

But, madam... L... Really, I... Madam.

Madam, I ask you.

Well, I like them loose.

Now, there's the happiest guy

in New York.

He'll never be president

of the First National Bank.

- Why don't you tell him to move over?

- Not me.

I can't balance a ball on my nose.

I don't like raw fish.

No, I don't wanna be him,

I don't think he'd like to be me.

Wait a minute.

You don't have to agree so fast, sport.

- Dessert?

- Sure.

Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Steve, all I know about you

so far is that...

...you don't wanna be a Central Park seal

or president of First National.

What do you wanna be?

It has a way of sounding odd

to some people.

I wanna build boats.

- Boats?

- Yeah.

Not the Queen Mary, just little sailboats.

I don't think it sounds odd.

I think it sounds very exciting,

but why aren't you doing it?

Well, for one thing, the war nipped

about five years out of my life.

Then when I got out, I made the mistake

of listening to people.

"Do something sensible," they said.

"Sell real estate or washing machines

or mousetraps...

...but cut a few throats

and wind up vice president. "

So I got me a nice, cozy job

with a finance company.

Wore young-executive suits. Lived in

one room and cooked on a two-burner.

And you prospered and you grew fat.

That was the plan.

Every Monday I'd buy

a chunk of meat to last all week.

I'd cook it six different ways until

by Saturday night it wound up goulash.

Week after week.

Until one Monday...

...I walked in the butcher shop...

...there was the meat all wrapped

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