Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #2

I guess she's changed some?

She's changed a little.

She once chased a dog-catcher

half a mile with a baseball bat.

She hasn't changed

as much as you would think.

Sure is a fine-looking woman.

Tell her I was asking for her, will you?

- Old Harry Deever. She'll remember me.

- Indeed I will. Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

- You can find your way out?

- Yes. Thank you.

- Yes, Mr. Smith?

- Get me my home.

Hello, dear. Yes, darling.

Where do you think I'm going to take you

for dinner tonight?

No.

Momma Lucy's.

Honey!

I didn't even think you remembered

the name of the place.

We haven't been there

since before we were married.

I love you.

You want to pick me up here about 6:00?

Bye, darling.

Driver, I'll get off here.

- Dear, I must be going.

- All right, mother, dear.

Mr. Harry Deever.

He says you remember him

from across the river in Beecham.

Yes. Show him in, Lily.

- Harry Deever?

- Bertha Deever's brother.

- Harry Deever, this is quite a surprise.

- Hello, Annie.

Hello, Mrs. Krausheimer.

- I didn't know if you'd remember me.

- What are you doing in New York?

- I'm here on business.

- How's your wife?

- She's fine, thanks.

- And Bertha?

She's fine, too.

Married to a dairy farmer in Boise.

- Got four children. All girls.

- Good for Bertha.

- Sit down, won't you, and have some tea.

- No, thanks.

I've got a lot to do.

Only dropped in for a second.

Certainly makes me feel good

to meet somebody...

from our neck of the woods.

Say, this is quite a city.

Every night's Saturday.

Annie, you haven't changed a bit

from the little girl...

who used to go running in and out

of the house.

- I'd have recognized you in a minute.

- That's the nicest thing you could say.

I did recognize you.

Only saw your picture

on your husband's desk...

and recognized you right off.

He's a good-looking fellow.

What were you doing with my husband?

You know, Beecham is on the other side

of the river...

and it was always incorporated

in Brender County...

...between 1936 and now,

you're not legally married.

Why, that's terrible.

It's nothing.

I gave your husband his $2 back...

and you don't lose a cent

on the whole thing.

- You just get married again.

- I should hope so.

Mother, don't get excited.

It's really nothing, Mrs. Krausheimer.

Nothing? How does it look?

Don't worry, David will do all right

by your little girl.

- How do you know?

- Because David's already called up...

and wants us to have dinner for two

at Momma Lucy's.

- He'll marry me tonight.

- I hope so.

Can I drive you somewhere?

Thanks, Mrs. Krausheimer.

I'd appreciate it.

Give my love to Bertha

and those four girls.

Thanks. And goodbye, Annie.

I do hope everything will be all right.

- Mother, what are you talking about?

- You call me up if anything happens.

- Lf nothing happens.

- Don't worry, darling.

Goodbye.

Lily?

You know that little bolero suit

that's hanging in the closet?

I was married in that suit,

and I want to wear it tonight.

- Isn't that wonderful?

- You know that better than I do, ma'am.

Get it, Lily.

Inhale, Mrs. Smith.

I can't understand anything hanging

in a closet...

shrinking so much.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Mrs. Smith's here.

Hello, darling.

I thought you weren't going to buy

any more new clothes.

You look kind of cute.

I can't wait to see Momma...

- Do you think we'll get the same table?

- Sure.

It'll be covered in a checkered tablecloth...

and there'll be a candle

in an old Chianti bottle.

And Rosa, the fortune teller.

You know,

I even love the smell of the place.

Either our noses have changed...

or they've built a livery stable

around here somewhere.

It's not exactly Chanel No. 5. Let's go in.

The place has changed a little.

Customers.

Is Momma Lucy here?

I am Momma Lucy.

You've changed a little, too.

She went back to the old country.

Wait a minute. We'd like to eat here.

You want to eat here?

Yes, if you haven't any objections.

If you've got no objection,

I've got no objection.

Where you like to sit?

We used to come here years ago

and there used to be tables outside.

Would it be too much trouble

to have it the way it used to be?

Are you going to have a 45-cent

or a 65-cent dinner?

- Sixty-five.

- Okay.

Table cloth isn't checkered.

It's dirty enough so it looks checkered.

Candle stuck in the beer bottle

isn't the same, is it?

Haven't they ever seen anybody

eat before?

Let's just outstare them.

That'll make them embarrassed.

Eat your soup, dear.

- There's something wrong with that soup.

- It's your imagination.

Why doesn't the cat eat the soup?

Animals know what's good for them.

You notice he ate the olives.

- The pits, too.

- That's roughage.

Make the best of it.

Don't let it spoil our evening.

That cat knows something.

Where shall we go after this?

Home.

Aren't we supposed to go someplace

before we go home?

Altogether, it would make it too late.

I'd give $5 to see that cat

take a sip of that soup.

- David?

- Yes, dear?

Tell me what you do a day in the office,

just a simple day like today.

From the time you came in

till you went home, what happened?

Just a lot of schmooze.

It's duller than dishwater, really.

No, it isn't. I'm very interested.

What sort of things go on in a day?

Who did you see?

Please try and remember.

Let me see. Oh, yes.

Some sucker came in

and wanted his alimony reduced.

Another guy wanted me to rub out a name

in his grandmother's will.

And that's about all. I spent

most of the day in conference with Jeff.

Things pile up in three days.

I wonder if he'll take a little soup.

Come on.

No?

No, he won't.

Doesn't that mean something?

I want a stomach pump.

- Nice cat, eh?

- Yeah.

I'm unlucky with cats here.

The third cat this week.

They get run over.

I think.

- Your name Mrs. Smith?

- Yes, how did you know?

Your mother is in the kitchen.

On the phone.

It must be about our Red Cross group.

Hello, Mother.

Not exactly.

He's teasing me.

He thinks he's being romantic about it.

Mother, are you crying?

My poor baby.

Thank heaven your father is dead.

Listen to me.

Under no conditions, do you hear me,

are you to...

Why, Mother, of course not!

Yes, Mother.

Worse comes to worst,

I'll spend the night with you.

Good night, my love.

Everything all right?

Darling, I have a little secret to tell you.

It's about time. What is it, dear?

You're a great kid.

It's getting rather late

if we have to go anyplace...

if you know what I mean.

I get it.

Waiter, check.

Glasses, dear.

Don't want to drink out of the bottle,

do you?

Get going, Annie.

Keep twirling it, honey.

You beast, you know we're not married.

You weren't going to tell me.

- I was going to tell you later.

- How much later?

There's no need in going on like this.

You were going to wait until...

And then throw me aside

like a squeezed lemon.

Don't dramatize this.

I've given you the best years of my life,

and you were willing to go on and on...

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