Palm Springs Weekend Page #8

Oh, no. Not me.

I don't need to come back here

to be insulted, Mrs. Yates.

Naomi.

Call me Naomi.

That's better.

Come back in the slow season

and I'll give you special rates.

I'll do that, Naomi.

Well...

Well, goodbye, Boom-Boom.

Goodbye, Mr. Campbell.

I hope you come here again.

Gosh, Boom-Boom, you really mean that?

No. My mother told me to say it.

- Well, anyway, he's honest.

- That he is.

Naomi.

Fred.

Have a good trip, give us a call

when you come back to Palm Springs.

You can count on it, sir.

Dad, would you mind?

Not at all, go right ahead.

- One moment of privacy?

- Mm?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course, I...

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll check

the license plates on the bus.

I'll miss you.

I'll be back before you know it.

You're going to make

an awfully good-looking doctor.

Sure, you say that now,

but wait seven years.

I'll wait.

Well, I trust you young people

have enjoyed yourselves in Palm Springs?

Yeah.

Right.

And I trust you will be returning again

next Easter?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

As a special favor

to the police department...

...would you please bring

your mothers and fathers with you?

We are tired of being your babysitters.

Darling.

Baby.

It's been just great being with you.

I'll never forget it.

- Take care of yourself.

- Drive carefully.

Hm?

I thought you two were driving

to Los Angeles together.

- Oh, we are.

- We are.

Good. Good.

See you in town, Dr. Jekyll.

So long, chief.

It's all right, Jim, just get on the bus.

Okay, driver, take it away.

Goodbye. See you, coach.

Goodbye.

So long.

Hey, coach, aren't you coming with us?

- Fred, that's you.

- Sure, I'm coming with you.

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