Send Me No Flowers Page #4

We're not on the little board either.

It's a small company,|Bert, but it's very important.

They manufacture a little transistor|about this big.

This big.

Anyway,|as George said in a speech once:

Without it, a whole city|like Pittsburgh would be blacked out.

From what I've seen of Pittsburgh,|it'd look better blacked out.

It's true. - Tell me, Bert,|did your wife come with you?

My wife? I'm not married.

What? Bert Power, I don't believe you.|- Well, it's true.

How did you escape?|- Well, if you really must know,

it's partly your fault, passion girl.

Mine?|- Yeah.

After you threw me over|I couldn't settle for second-best.

Excuse me, please.|I'll powder my nose. George,

your nose needs a little powder too.|- Yeah, yeah.

I'll be right back. Why don't you|order for me, passion girl?

I'd like the chef salad,|vinegar, no oil.

What is it? - Our worries are over.|- What? - We found a man for Judy.

Who?

Who? Bert Power, of course.

Are you mad? Judy, married to|that cornball? Why, I'd live first!

Judy doesn't think he's a cornball.|And he's loaded, George, loaded!

Do you want everybody here to know?|- How much time do you have to look?

I'm sorry. But,|even if you find somebody you like,

how do you know he'll go for Judy?|- Are you kidding? That's impossible.

Nothing's impossible. Two girls|turned me down before Ruth said yes.

One even laughed in my face.

Well...

It should make Judy happy.

And you know...

Welcome back, gentlemen.|- Glad to be back, Bert old man.

There's a dinner dance here tonight.

Why don't you come along|as my and Judy's guest?

That's very kind of you,|considering I'm not even deductible.

I'll take care of the champagne.|- Great!

Just great!

I've never seen anything greater|than Bert's backhand.

And those drives off the tee,|every one was over 350 yards.

Wasn't it a pleasure,|playing bridge with him?

Did you ever see|such a polished player? - Oh,

he's alright.|- Alright?

Why are you acting so nonchalant?|You were very happy to see him.

Of course I was happy,

very surprised. - Come on,|you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

How could I help it? He was there|all afternoon. Remember, darling,

it was your suggestion|to play tennis and golf and bridge.

As a matter of fact, you insisted.|Didn't you?

What's gotten into you?|- What?

Normally, if I spent so much time|with a man you'd be wildly jealous.

Me?|- You always have been.

I'm not the jealous type at all.

Remember the Brinkhoff's party,|when Larry helped me on with my coat?

Helped you on with your coat?|He was helping himself.

You see, you were jealous.|- Of course I was jealous.

And wouldn't you be furious|if I weren't? - Heck, yeah.

Hey, I have to get my shower.|- Not yet.

If I don't hurry we'll miss the dance.|- Wouldn't be the first one we missed.

You shouldn't have invited Bert.

Your loving husband,|the late George Kimball.

In here, Arnold.

I need help, I can't manage this.|- Later. I want you to hear something.

What are you doing?|- Listen.

One... two... three...

What's this?|- Wait.

"My dearest Judy,

by the time you hear this tape,|I will be dead.

Yes,|my hypochondria has finally paid off.

Forgive the jest, but as you see,|I retain my sense of humor to the end.

My darling, I want to tell you|how much I love you

and how much happiness|you gave me during our marriage.

When I found out that I was dying|I had great anxieties

about you and your future welfare.

It was for this reason|that I felt you should remarry,

and that Bert|would make an ideal husband.

I'm telling you all this|so you'll feel no guilt whatsoever

about marrying Bert.

After whatever is considered|a decent interval by your bridge club.

And now, my dearest,

I must close.

With sincerest wishes|for your future happiness,

your loving husband,

the late George Kimball."

Oh, it's beautiful,

It's just beautiful.

Hey, Arnold, would you take it easy?|You've been hitting the bottle hard.

Yes, and I'll keep hitting it too.|I don't know how else to handle this.

Quiet. Judy's upstairs.|- I'm sorry.

George?|- What? - Do me. - Yeah. Come on.

I want to tell you|how proud I am of you.

The wonderful thing you're doing|for Judy. So unselfish and ennobled.

I mean, actually fixing your wife up|with another man.

Does it bother you|that Judy may marry this guy and,

you know, the...|- You mean...?

Yeah.|- No, Arnold!

She wouldn't think of it.

All she needs now is a companion.

Someone to walk with,|over the hill and down the other side.

That's a beautiful thought.

I'm going to miss you, bud.|- I know you will, buddy.

You know something, old buddy?|The fact that the end is near

seems to have sharpened my senses.|See this tree here, Arnold?

Not too well, George.

It's beautiful.

Such strength.

It's magnificent.

And this table.

It feels so good|just to run your hand over it.

It's so smooth and cool.

Well, all this is coming|a little late for me, this awareness.

Why couldn't I have felt like this|every day of my life?

But you still|have life ahead of you, Arnold.

Arnold? Wake up! Feel alive,|appreciate the beauty around you.

Don't you understand what I mean?|- Yeah, sure.

Every chance I get,|I'm going to feel a table.

Oh, boy,

smooth.

Do you know that|we haven't danced once? - I know.

What's the matter?

Aren't you feeling well? - I'm fine.|- Then why don't you ask me to dance?

I mean, for me I feel fine. That's not|what you'd really call fine.

Why don't you ask Bert to dance again?|- We've danced... - He's marvellous!

Oh really? Have you danced with him?

No.

He must be a marvellous dancer.|He does everything so well.

Hi, are you with us? - Sure.|- Darling, do you know George Kimball?

No.|- George, this is Linda Bullard.

It's so nice to meet you.|I've met your wife at the supermarket.

Yes, she mentioned it.

Would you boys excuse me a minute?|I must phone the sitter at home.

I won't be a minute, Darling.

Why don't you ask me how|it's going? - Alright, how's it going?

A-Okay.

Green.

If you here of any prospects,|let me know.

Saturday dance night at the club|is always good for a split-up or two.

You appreciate the life around you?|Do you, John?

I mean, did you ever really look|at a tree? John!

It's magnificent.

Did you ever feel a table?

Wake up! Live your life!

Hi, George. I love you, George.|- She's such a sweet little woman.

She's just like Judy.|- Who, George?

She's falling into the trap|of that small-time lecher.

What time, George?

I should do something. - Do what?|- Just one good deed before I go.

Go where, George?|- Strange, the way

facing the great adventure|changes all your moral values.

How, George?

I'm going to do it.|- Do what, George?

When, George?

It's so smooth.

I won't be home any later than 1:30.

Alright. Fine. Bye-bye.

May I talk to you for a moment,|please, in private?

Of course, Mr. Kimball.|- Good. In here.

Does this have a familiar ring?|- What?

"Look, I know your next few weeks|are going to be tough.

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