If I Had a Million Page #7

Well, I wash my hands

of the whole thing.

Nobody can blame me.

I warned him.

That will of his,

the one he made all the fuss about...

Well, right now,

there isn't any sort of a will.

Marvin, I'm going in there

and taking him home.

I've told him two hours' work a day is his limit,

and I've been waiting that long.

- Yes, sir.

- Open that door.

Yes, sir.

Marvin, what's happened?

Shut up! Shut up and go away!

- But what...?

- "But what?" Can't you leave me alone?

Can't I have any privacy at all

without a lot of doctors and secretaries

butting in on me all the time?

There's important matters

to take care of.

Let somebody else take care of them.

Pretend I'm dead.

- Yes, sir.

- What? Go away, go away.

Yes, sir,

Mr Glidden, that pie!

In your condition!

What's the matter with my condition?

Look. Two of them,

since last Wednesday.

- All by myself.

- What?

That reminds me,

I must make a note to Mrs Walker

telling her to lay off the apple pies for a while

and make me mince pies.

- What?

- Mince!

Mr Glidden,

I think you've completely lost your mind.

Do you think so?

That's great.

If I'd lost my mind ten years ago,

I'd have been as happy then as I am today.

- Now, Mr Glidden...

- Shut up!

Yes?

What's that?

Will I?

Well, I should say I would.

I'll be right over.

And listen, you save a place for me

right next to you, will you?

Thank you.

O, Genevieve

Sweet Genevieve

- Where do you think you're going?

- You guess.

Home to bed.

That's where you're going.

You know where I'm going,

you old medicine dropper?

I'm going for a hayride.

O, Genevieve

Sweet Genevieve

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