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I don't know.

But I'm willing

to give it a try.

All right.

If you want to see a burlesque

show, you don't need Mr. Webster.

I'll take you.

You?

Me.

Oh, waiter.

Check, please.

Hey, Charlie, isn't that him?

I think it is.

Keep the change, please.

Thank you.

Oh, I almost forgot. I got you a

suite at the Royal Plaza Hotel.

You know, it just doesn't seem right, a

man letting a woman pay for everything.

Well, you're not exactly

an ordinary man.

It's him.

I wonder why he grew the beard.

When has he got time to shave?

Wow!

Remarkable muscle control!

Remarkable.

Say, how do you suppose

she was able to...

I really wouldn't know.

Doctor, would you please stop...

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry

we went to that place.

Are you?

Yes.

From now on, I'll leave that phase

of my education to Mr. Webster.

You mean, you found watching

that girl educational?

We never studied anything

like that at MIT.

The only girls I saw

were in the chemistry lab,

and they had on those long,

white coats.

I had no idea what was

going on under those coats!

Doctor, do you mind

if we change the subject?

No.

Thank you.

What would you like

to talk about?

Anything but Jerry Webster.

Fine.

You hate this suit, don't you?

Oh, no, no.

Of course not.

It's very colorful.

I'm afraid it's the only

new suit I have.

But tomorrow I'm getting

a whole new wardrobe from...

Oh, I forgot. You don't

wanna talk about him.

Webster's buying you

a new wardrobe?

He insisted.

Oh, Doctor, let me buy it.

Oh, I couldn't.

But I've told you that

my agency is paying for it.

They've given me a carte Blanche

expense account just for you.

We'll go first thing

in the morning.

And Linus?

Yes?

How long have you

had that beard?

Don't you like it?

Yes, I do.

It's very impressive.

Makes you look so

distinguished, so intellectual.

So handsome.

It's magnificent. You'd

like me to get rid of it.

Would you?

Say!

Your husband's a real doll

without the beard!

Yes!

I mean, he's not my husband.

I don't like it.

It's too dangerous.

Maybe she'll go back to the lab.

Maybe she'll find out

you're not Tyler.

Maybe she'll find out

there's no VIP.

Maybe Tyler won't come up with VIP.

Maybe the world will end.

Do you think there's a chance?

Relax, Pete. I'm gonna keep Miss

Templeton busy day and night.

What about all these orders?

People want VIP.

They demand it now. We haven't got it.

We'll get it.

Down in that lab, one of the most brilliant

chemists in the world is working on it.

He may even have it, right now.

Dr. Tyler!

Over here, my boy.

What exploded?

VIP!

Now, look, Doc. I know I

said it could be toothpaste,

but isn't this cleaning teeth

the hard way?

It's nothing as mundane

as toothpaste.

Now, somewhere I made a slight mistake.

It all looked so simple.

Do you know yet what VIP

is gonna be?

Of course, my boy. VIP will

be the miracle product.

It'll bring relief to the

suffering, joy to the depressed,

inspiration to the artistic

and peace to the world,

and it will sell

for only ten cents.

Doc, that's fabulous.

It is a miracle product.

How soon will you have it?

The product I have, there are

still a few bugs in the miracle.

Keep at it, Linus.

VIP will make you immortal.

Thank you. Boss!

I brought the mail.

I'll be

right there, Millie.

How's the hermit?

Who?

The mad chemist, Dr. Tyler.

Oh, Linus. He's fine.

Linus!

We're spending the day together.

We're playing golf.

Hallelujah!

Today, you are a woman.

Think he'll like it?

Well, if he doesn't, he's been

taking the wrong kind of chemicals.

That was fun!

You know, you did amazingly

well for only one lesson.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I made you

drive so far out.

Such a lonely stretch of beach.

That's all right.

Really, Linus, you shouldn't be embarrassed

to have people see you like that.

Well, I...

No, you look wonderful

without your clothes.

So do you.

I meant...

So did I.

Carol, I...

Yes?

There's something

I'd like to ask you.

Go ahead.

I'm afraid

you might misunderstand.

No. Ask it.

Well, I...

Do you have

any more ideas for VIP?

What?

Well, I hate to ask it,

but after what

Mr. Webster said...

What did he say?

When I mentioned your idea

about "V Day is coming,"

he said it was all right but probably

the last one you'd ever have.

What? He said you were

strictly a one-idea person.

If anybody on Madison Avenue was

a one-idea person, it's him.

His whole career's been

built on one idea. Sex.

You know, it's a funny

thing about you two.

You claim he's oversexed

and he claims you're...

I'm what?

I'd rather not tell you.

Well, I'm not undersexed!

I'm sure you're not.

It's true, I haven't come up

with any new thoughts.

But we've been having so much

fun the last few days and...

I promise, tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna bring you a

half-a-dozen great ideas for VIP.

Good! That'll teach Webster.

Now, let's talk about

something more inspiring.

I wonder where Maurice is.

Who?

Your cousin.

The human satellite.

Oh, him.

Right now, he's over Russia.

Oh, brave, wonderful man.

Yes.

I've often pondered

his last words to me.

They were so cryptic.

What did he say?

He said, "Cousin Linus,

"life is like outer space.

Explore it today,

"for tomorrow you may not be able

to get it off the launching pad."

I wonder what he meant.

He meant, enjoy life now,

before it's too late.

You know, there is something

I'd enjoy doing right now.

But I don't know how.

Well, let's see.

I've taught you dancing, golf,

how to swim...

What is it you'd like to do now?

I'd like

to kiss you, but I...

That's even easier than dancing.

I think this may be

your best subject.

Hi, Kelly.

Mr. Ramsey's been trying to reach you.

Oh, thank you.

He's at your apartment.

My apartment?

He says it's very urgent.

Hello, Pete? What are you

doing at my apartment?

Waiting for you.

How are things going

with Dr. Tyler?

Oh, things are going

lousy with Dr. Tyler.

Get over here right away. Why

don't you come to the office?

I tried to. I've been thrown

out of the lobby, twice.

I'll be right there.

It's no use.

I'm marked for life.

Have you tried alcohol?

Yes. I had three martinis.

I warned you

not to hire that madman!

Here, try this kind.

Thanks. No, no, no. Rub

it on your face. Here.

He's not a chemist. He's a

frustrated munitions maker.

He'll never come up with VIP.

We'll be exposed.

This'll be the biggest scandal

that ever hit Madison Avenue.

The agency's through.

We're ruined.

There's only one way out.

Suicide.

All right, all right.

It'll work. We'll get

Hadley to commit suicide.

Then we'll pin the blame on him.

You may have a little trouble

selling that idea to Hadley.

He wouldn't dare refuse.

His job depends on it.

- We'll go see Tyler first thing in the

morning. -00.

No, sir, you're not getting

out of my sight again.

We're sticking together

till we get VIP.

Okay, you can stay here tonight.

You can even have the bed.

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