Man's Favorite Sport? Page #2

Bye.

Now then, what were we

talking about?

What kind of fish

I should go after.

I suggest trout.

Trout. Mm-hmm.

About 10:
00 or 11:00 in the morning,

the water should be around 68 degrees.

68 degrees. What kind

of a lure, and how deep?

Just under the surface, and

use either a Colorado Spinner...

or a Super-Duper.

Amazing.

A Colorado Spinner

or a Super-Duper.

Good morning, Maggie.

Good morning, Roger.

Go right on in.

Oh, thank you.

Well, hi.

Hello.

Good morning, sir.

Willoughby! Come in, come in.

Miss Perkins, send in the

young ladies, please. Yes, sir.

Fine morning, isn't it? I want

you to... Ah, here they are now.

Miss Page

and Miss Mueller.

- Mr. Roger Willoughby.

- Yep. I knew it.

- We've met.

- Yes, in the parking lot.

Oh, fine. Please sit down and

we'll get on with this. Thank you.

Miss Mueller is the

daughter of Mr. Mueller,

who owns the lodge

at Lake Wakapoogee.

And Miss Page is director of

public relations for the lodge.

I see. Willoughby,

this is your lucky day.

- It is?

- Absolutely.

You are entering the fishing

tournament at Lake Wakapoogee.

Sir?

Stuns you, doesn't it?

You want m-me to fish in

the tournament? That's right.

As the official representative

of Abercrombie and Fitch.

M:

- Mr. Cadwalader... Don't thank me, thank Miss Page.

It was all her idea.

You know, the more I think of

it, the more excited I become.

Your reputation will have considerable

influence on the publicity for the tournament,

- which will benefit the lodge...

- Beaver.

Oh. Thank you.

And will benefit us,

of course.

I tell you, Willoughby...

What's the matter?

Is something bothering you?

Mr. Cadwalader, it's just

that I don't... Just what?

I don't think I should enter

the fishing tournament.

Why not? Give us one good reason.

Well, because I... Well,

that's certainly no reason.

I didn't give a reason. Why?

Come on. We're waiting.

Now, now, just a minute.

I think I know

what's bothering Willoughby.

You don't think it's fair for the teacher

to compete with the pupils. Exactly!

- They might resent me, and that would defeat your purpose.

- Oh, horsefeathers!

Oh, my goodness! Oh, Abby!

Let me have your handkerchief.

Oh, it's perfectly all right. Don't

worry a bit. It... Forgive us, please.

- It'll dry out. It'll dry out right away.

- Well, good.

Silly, isn't it? My wife

makes me wear it. I see.

Let's get on with it,

shall we?

Yes, sir.

Yes, Mr. Cadwalader.

Let me see.

Where were we?

Mr. Willoughby said the other fishermen

might resent his entering the tournament,

and then I hit the ashtray.

That's exactly what I said.

I don't agree.

They would be flattered.

Oh, they would not! It would be like

playing on the same team with Mickey Mantle.

It's not the same! It's

exactly... the same.

Good thing you didn't hit the

ashtray. Stop being so modest.

I'm not being modest!

They're right, Willoughby.!

It's just your modesty talking.

I don't want to hear anymore.

Yes, Miss Perkins. It's

11:
30, Mr. Cadwalader.

Thanks, Perkins. I have a luncheon

appointment. I'll be tied up this afternoon.

Willoughby, why don't you take the young

ladies to lunch and explain the details to them.

Uh... Miss Page, it was

a great idea of yours.

Mr. Cadwalader, didn't

you forget something? Hmm?

Your little thingamajig. Oh.

No, I didn't forget it.

Good excuse not to wear it.

Miss Mueller, thank you

very much. It was a pleasure.

Oh, by the way, Willoughby. Yes?

How is your

fishing gear?

Well, sir, with so little

chance, I... Just as I thought.

We'll get together in the morning and

pick out all the equipment you'll need.

Yes.

Good-bye.

Now, look, Miss Page... Please.

Please, I-I didn't realize that

I had taken your parking space.

I didn't know that you

were Roger Willoughby.

I thought some nut

pulled up...

Abby.

Well, I'm sorry.

So, please forgive me.

Please?

Oh, well, I...

Please?

I can't really

blame you, Miss Page.

But I wanted to talk to you... You couldn't

move my car because I locked the doors.

That's not what I wanted

to talk to you about.

You'd have had a hard time getting

into that car. That's possible.

The funny thing is, he almost

got a ticket. I got a ticket!

What, from the policeman? That's right.

Oh, no. Well, I told you you'd

better do what he said, didn't I?

Don't you remember?

I remember distinctly.

Don't get mad.

You have the faculty...

Don't forget you have

to work together.

That's what I want to talk about!

I want to get one thing straight.

Do you feel that you are too good

to enter our fishing tournament?

No, I don't! Ah, that's

what I wanna hear!

Let's have some lunch. Miss Page...

Don't hold a grudge.

I'll make you a deal.

Buy us two martinis, I'll

pay for your ticket. Okay?

Oh, hell.

Mr. Willoughby, I should have thought

that you'd jump at the chance...

to go fishing. Well, ordinarily, I...

Is it your wife? Doesn't she want

you to go? I don't have a wife.

Then your fiance?

Your girlfriend?

The girl I'm engaged to

has nothing to do...

with my not wanting to

enter the tournament.

At least we know

you're engaged...

and that you don't want to enter

the tournament. That's right.

I guess we'll just

keep wondering why.

I have no intention of

discussing the reasons with you.

Uh-huh.

Step right in,

please.

You'd better keep on trying. I will!

Well, hurry up.

Mr. Willou...

Oh, no.

What?

Well, I was

just thinking.

If you're up at the lake,

you'll be away from the store.

Yes, that's right. Well, you

don't want to risk that, do you?

Why? It's only a job. I mean,

you're afraid of the auditors.

The auditors may come in,

go over your books...

and find out that you've been playing

hanky-panky with the store funds.

What? Listen, Roger,

how much are you short?

I'm not short anything!

Shh. Shh.

I don't have anything to do with the money

in the store! She's just talking nonsense!

How can you say such a thing with those

people hearing you? They have three seats!

They might believe you!

Well, I just didn't think.

You know, I really can't

figure you out, Miss Page.

Either you don't know what you're

doing, or you just don't care.

Miss Page is so formal,

Roger. Call me Abigail.

I don't want to know you that well. Even as

a total stranger, you're too much trouble.

What'll it be, folks?

Martini.

Martini.

Make mine a double!

A thing like that could ruin a man's

reputation! Do you have a light?

You can't really believe I'm committing

larceny, but you made those people think so.

Before I met you, my life

was uncomplicated, peaceful.

Everything was fine.

Didn't have any trouble.

L...

Even with this lighter

I didn't have any trouble.

Are you always in the habit

of ruining men's lives?

Not really. I just try to

do my share. Who are you?

I'm confused.

Who is he?

I don't know, but he's

sure got a new approach.

Hi.

We thought we lost you.

That was a pretty girl.

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