Send Me No Flowers Page #2

William Mallone's?

Yes, I've been worried about him.|He's getting on in years.

What does|the cardiogram show, Dr. Peterson?

What?

Oh, that's really a shame.

But, still, what can you do?|Give him a few pills

to ease the pain in his chest.

Not much you can do|when the old ticker goes, eh?

How much time do you figure he's got,|Doctor? Few weeks.

Yes, I've seen them go just like that.

No, I'm not going to tell him.|I think he's better off not knowing.

Alright.

Fine, you have a nice weekend too,|Doctor. Bye-bye.

I'm back, Ralph.|- Good.

Do you still want me to take these|pills? - Yes, to ease your chest pain.

Ralph?

Do you mind|if I ask you some questions?

Not at all, go ahead.|- Well,

suppose you had a patient

and found out|he only had a few weeks to live.

I mean, he could go just like that.

Would you tell him?|- Well, offhand I would say, but

it'd all depend on the circumstances.|- Circumstances? - Yes.

If I knew the man's affairs|were in order, his will made out,

his insurance paid up, no loose ends,|well, I'd see no reason to tell him.

Well, suppose he were an old friend,|like me.

Are your affairs in order,|will made out, insurance paid up?

The I wouldn't tell you. Anything else|I can do for you, George?

Goodbye, Mr. Kimball.

See you in church!

Judy?|Yeah?

Come on, we're teeing off at 2:30.|- Just a second. - What are you doing?

Making George's sleeping pills.|- What are you, a pharmacist?

I'm a very smart wife.|You know George.

He's convinced he can't sleep|without a pill, but I know it's sugar.

And it works? - It has for 5 years.|You know something else?

When he takes two|he goes to sleep twice as fast.

That's a story for a medical journal!|- That'd ruin everything. - Why?

He reads it every week.|- Oh, no!

Hi, George.|- Hello, Arnold.

Ruth is flying to her mother's,|the kids are in camp, and I'm alone.

And unafraid.

What are you doing?|- Eating.

Nuts? George Kimball? Cholesterol?

What's the matter?|You seem kind of down.

Arnold, can I take you into my|confidence? - You can, George.

Well,|I've just heard some rather bad news.

You've got to promise to keep quiet.|I wouldn't want it to get around.

It's nothing that's going to|affect property values, is it?

No, I wouldn't think so.

That's a relief. What, then?

You know this little pain in my chest|I've been complaining about?

You mean your indigestion?|- Well, it's not indigestion.

No?

It's curtains, Arnold.

Curtains?

What do you mean, "curtains"?|- I just came from the doctor's.

He only gives me a few weeks to live.|- Oh, come on!

I don't believe it.|- It's true. It's the ticker.

Holy cow!

Are they sure?

I had Peterson,|the biggest cardiologist in the city.

Holy cow!

Gee, George,|I don't know what to say.

This is so sudden, you...

George, I...|I believe I better have a drink.

I'd like to have one with you,|if you don't mind.

Certainly not.

I'd like a martini.|- Same. Double.

George?|- What?

How are you going to tell Judy?|- Judy?

Oh, I'm not going to tell her. - No?|- No. I couldn't bear it.

She'd probably go to pieces,|all that weeping and wailing.

You know Judy. - Yeah, I remember|how she was when the dog died.

I don't mean there'd be a comparison.|This would be much worse.

You know what I mean.

Of course, Arnold.|- George, is there anything I can do?

Not as a lawyer, but as|your best friend. - I don't know.

Somebody has to|take care of the funeral details.

Do you want to do that?|- I'll do it.

I'll do it.

What's the matter with him?|- It's so nice to see you.

It's good to see you, George.

How is everything?|- Everything's just fine.

That's wonderful, wonderful.

Hi, Arnold. - Hi.|- Ruth get off alright?

Like a rocket.|- Good.

How are you, Judy?

What are you taking,|George's vitamin pills?

Dear, I want you to know you can|always count on me. - Thanks, Arnold.

I think we should drive Arnold home.|He can pick up his car tomorrow.

Judy, do you know|what type of man you're married to?

Thinking of the other guy, even at|a time like this. - A time like this?

He means, at a time when|he forgets where he parked his car.

You can ride with us, Arnie. Come on.

That was brilliant.

Come on, Arnold.

Judy, I just wanted to tell you,|I live right next door, alright?

Right, Arnold. - If you need me|for anything, day or night,

that's where I'll be, right next door.

Thanks a lot, Arnold.

Oh, was he bombed.|What's he had to drink?

Hello, Mrs. Kimball. For you|we put it through special.

That is something! Almost as wild|as this morning's outfit, huh?

Bye, now.

Pretty fresh kid.|- Oh, he's just friendly.

Friendly? Bet he makes out|pretty good in this neighborhood.

Oh, darling? Joe at the gas station|gave me back this check.

He said it's the wrong amount|and I should make out a new one.

The bill was 45.58 and,|I don't know why, but I wrote 78.60.

The figure's not $78.60, it's 7-8-6-0.|You paid your license plate!

You're kidding. That's an odd one.

Now, anybody can make a mistake...|- I'd like to talk to you. Judy?

How would you like|to go to night school?

Where? - Night school.|Just a couple of nights a week.

To learn banking,|bookkeeping, a little accounting.

That's just... Why? - Because|these things keep our ship afloat.

For example:
What does|"amortization of a mortgage" mean?

I don't care.|- But you've got to care.

That's your department.|- But it's important for you to know.

Why should we both know the|same things? - Judy, please.

Will you let me get dinner going?|- That's what I want to talk about.

How much is a pound of ham?|- I don't know, I didn't buy a pound.

How much did you buy? - A half pound.|- How much was it?

If I don't know that either.

How do you know they're not cheating|you, if you don't know the prices?

Would you tell me why you're|getting so worked up about ham?

It's not just ham,|it's the whole principle.

George, you didn't lose your job?|- No, I didn't lose my job.

I'll have it the rest of my life.|- Then what are you worried about?

You better check on Arnold.|See if he wants to have dinner, huh?

We can eat in half an hour.

What does "amortization" mean?

Hindus had the right idea. When|the husband died, the wife went too.

Threw herself on the funeral pyre.|And he didn't have to worry about her.

I've been thinking, and|I want to do this, so don't say no.

Fact is, I consider it a privilege.|- What? - I want to deliver a eulogy.

That'd be fine. - And don't worry,|I'll give you one gorgeous send-off.

I'm sure you will. Just wish|I could be around to hear it.

Maybe I can knock out|a rough draft before you go.

You know something, Arnold?|Judy will never make alone.

Look at it this way, George:

Judy's young, she's attractive,|she'll probably get married again.

I'm sorry,

I shouldn't say a thing like that,|with you not gone yet.

It's alright, Arnold.

Of course it's a possibility.|Judy might get married again.

Suppose she married the wrong man,|like poor Janet Hart. Remember her?

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