Married Life
# I can't give you
anything but love, baby
# That's the only thing
I've plenty of, baby
# Dream a while
# Scheme a while
# You're sure to find
# Happiness, and I guess
# All the things
# Gee, I'd like to see
you looking swell, baby
# Diamond cufflinks
Woolworth's doesn't sell, baby
# Till that lucky day
you know darn well, baby
# I can't give you
anything but love
# I can't give you
anything but love
# That's the thing
I've plenty of
# Dream a while
# Scheme a while
# You're sure to find
# Happiness, and I guess
# All the things
# Gee, I'd like to see you
looking swell, baby
# Diamond cufflinks Woolworth's
doesn't sell, my baby
# Till that lucky day
you know darn well, baby
# I can't give you
anything but love
# I can't give you
anything but love
# I can't give you
anything but love, baby
# I can't give you anything
# But love #
This is
He's married.
He likes his wife.
It can happen.
I'm sorry, Mr. Allen,
were you calling for me?
Yes, Miss Jones.
Get Mr. Langley
on the phone for me.
Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.
Myself? I always thought marriage
was a mild kind of illness.
Like the flu or chickenpox,
to which I was
safely immune.
It all began on
the 5th of September, 1949,
saying he had something
urgent he wished to tell me.
So, what's so
damn important?
To our mutual
good health.
Uh-huh.
You're not dying on me or
something, old chap, are you?
No.
Just the opposite.
So?
Let's grab a table before
it gets too crowded.
Do you like Pat, Rich?
I mean,
are you fond of her?
Of course I like Pat.
She's your wife.
You know I'm fond of her.
Since the day I met her.
Of course.
What are you getting at?
Well, I'm going
to leave Pat.
And I thought
I'd better tell you.
I thought you
ought to know.
Why, may I ask,
Because I want
to be truly happy.
Oh. That sounds
reasonable.
I'm being
very reasonable.
Well, what's her name?
Look, I know you and Pat
well enough to figure
your marriage is
not an unhappy one.
As a matter of fact,
as marriages go,
I always thought
it was pretty good.
The most successful marriage
I've ever known.
Her name is Kay.
It's Kay Nesbitt.
Pat will take it hard.
I know. I tried
telling her. I couldn't.
I can't stand to
see anyone suffer.
You know how I am.
Why don't you have Kay,
if you want,
as your girlfriend?
Just to make sure.
What, you mean
as a mistress?
Just to make sure.
I am sure.
I always dreamed of a woman being
really in love with me, Richard.
For Pat, love means
only one thing.
And what is that?
Sex.
All the rest of it, the romantic
dreams, the self-deception,
what you always call
"the wish to give and give," Harry,
it all boils down
to that. Bed.
Love is sex.
The rest is affection
and companionship.
You're wrong.
You're completely
and utterly wrong.
Well, you're a romantic
and sentimental fool.
If you don't want the truth,
you shouldn't ask me questions.
But I do love you,
darling.
I do. Really.
And you know
I find you as attractive
as that very first night
we danced together.
I know you do.
Perhaps I'm not made
like other women.
I don't know.
I've tried to be
a good wife to you.
From the day
we were married,
she committed herself,
she came to life.
But physically only.
Only physically, Richard.
I know some men
crave that sex,
but I want more.
We all have to put up with
something in life, Harry.
We can't have everything.
You can't possibly
understand.
You're with a different woman
every other week.
I'm going to have to
find a way to leave Pat.
I have to.
I've made up my mind.
Dear, sweet, gentle Kay.
What on earth drew a girl
like you to my friend Harry?
That I could
never understand.
Maybe you were lonely.
Maybe you were smitten.
In truth, who can ever
explain a woman's desire?
It's always been
a bit of a mystery.
It was the next Sunday
that, as habit,
Harry and Pat walked to have
lunch with their daughter Becky,
her husband Tom and their
grandson, little Charlie.
Good afternoon.
Hello.
That awful dog.
That awful woman.
Poor old
Mrs. Walsh.
So I said, "What you have is an
inability to express your emotions.
"You're frigid in
a Freudian sense,"
which completely confused
her, the poor woman.
So I told her that without
a very serious analysis,
she would never
get over it.
childhood for an hour.
Harry was already looking
forward to his evening with Kay.
He'd made all
the proper arrangements.
All his excuses
were lined up.
It has always been the
privilege of the well-to-do
to use their business
as camouflage.
Gotta go.
Harry, it's Sunday.
Duty calls, darling.
I need to get a head start
on tomorrow's meetings.
So be it.
It is on your own head.
But when evil
comes to you...
I appreciate the television
set, darling, I do.
That's all
I want to do, Kay.
I want to spoil you,
and shower you
with gifts,
and give and give.
Just to see you smile.
I love that smile.
Harry,
you're such a romantic.
That's why I love you.
He had to get out
of his marriage.
He had to have Kay.
But how?
He couldn't stand to shatter
Pat's world and make her suffer.
You know, the other
week at the cabin,
John O'Brien was
telling Newt Baum
that he thinks a woman
who does a lot for her man
can pay a heavy price.
What do you suppose
he meant?
Oh, it's all rather
uncomplicated, I'm sure.
He was drinking.
You know John.
What is the price
a good wife pays?
Tell me.
I don't know.
Let's skip it. You'll
upset your stomach.
No, go on.
I'd say he was
probably thinking that
if a married man
falls in love
with another woman,
the dedicated wife is
surprised and hurt.
And she remembers
him as he was.
Before they married,
and she sees him now,
as she made him.
A better-finished
product altogether.
is soon going to enjoy.
You've given this
a lot of thought.
I know you don't
love me anymore.
No.
I do love you.
Pat.
Pat.
Pat?
Pat! Pat?
Pat?
Thanks for coming
at this ungodly hour, Doc.
That's all
in a day's work.
I thought she was
having a heart attack.
Not a bad way to go,
coronary thrombosis.
If you ask me, it's the
Quick and easy.
But, no, she's fine.
The pain in her chest
is most likely caused
by an emotional
condition.
Are you aware of anything that
could disturb her emotionally?
Anything at all?
When it comes to the
opposite sex, most men are selfish.
Whereabouts
does she live, Harry?
Fairhaven.
I'm no exception.
and a decent job in town,
selling wallpaper.
I wanted Harry's girl.
That's near your weekend cabin.
Yeah, not far.
That's right.
You know, if you come by one
weekend to see us at the cabin,
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