Send Me No Flowers Page #7

you say it wasn't so good.

I can't answer those questions.

You've got to. If you hem and haw

she'll think you have dozens,|and can't keep them straight.

No, Sir,|you've got to snap out those answers.

Just like that? - I'm telling you|what can happen when you cop a plea.

I'm not copping a plea.|I'm an innocent man.

Arnold, she's really leaving!

I've got to stop her.|- Wait, bud. Let's take my car.

Alright, Arnold.

"Just confess. Confess everything.

Lay it on good and thick.|She'll eat it up."

Judy, don't do anything wrong!|- Let go! - Don't do anything rash!

I lied to you|and I've decided to confess everything

and beg for your forgiveness.

Judy, please. - I was right.|You are having an affair.

Yes, and I'm a rat.|- Oh, you are! - Judy, please.

Let go of me. - Isn't it better|to discuss it like civilised people?

Oh yes, it's better, dear.

It happened to me, and I...|- Will you keep out of this?

Alright, let's discuss it. - You ask|and I'll snap out the answers.

Alright. Who is she?

And it isn't Linda Bullard.|- It isn't Linda?

No. I spoke to Linda, and she told me|all about Winston Burr.

As a matter of fact, he called me too.

But that's beside the point.|Who is she?

Her name is Dolores.

Dolores who?

Dolores...

Yellowstone.

Dolores Yellowstone?|- Yes.

Where did you meet her?|- At a health food restaurant.

Is she young?|- Yes.

What is she, a chorus girl,|a stripper or something?

Certainly not! She's a|marine biologist at the aquarium.

Did any of my friends see|you two together? - Of course not.

And, by the way,|she wasn't worth the trouble.

Oh, who asked you for that? - No one.|I just threw it in as a bonus.

When will you see her again?|- Never. - Never?

It's over, finished. We broke up.

Do you expect me to believe that?|- Well, it's true.

Don't you know|I can always tell when you're lying?

I'm telling the truth.|I'm never going to see her again.

I repent. I loathe her.|- I don't believe you've broken up.

It's true. I sent Dolores to New York,|to start a new life.

What do you mean?|- Well, she didn't want to go.

She was broke.|I insisted that she go.

I gave her money,|and put her on that plane.

Oh, really, George? - Yes.|- How much did you give her?

Well, I don't remember exactly.

Yes, I do. I'll prove it to you.

Here it is, a check made out to cash.

$1,000, and that's the end of Dolores.

What? And you were nagging|about the price of ham!

It was worth it to save our marriage.|- Well, it won't work,

I'll tell you that right now.|- What do you mean?

I was waiting to buy a ticket.|I was on my way to see a lawyer.

But then I started to think,|am I doing the right thing?

George has never lied before.

Maybe I should believe him.|So I didn't buy a ticket.

But now that you confessed,|George, it's all over.

I can't live with you another minute.|There's just no love left.

I feel nothing for you but...

pity.

Yes,

I certainly am to be pitied.

I don't suppose it would do any good|if I deny the whole thing over again?

What? - If I tell you|I never had another woman,

and I just made it up hoping you'd|forgive me? - Please, don't do it!

You'd just show your contempt|for me. I'm going home to pack.

And don't you try to follow me!|Goodbye, George.

Where are you, George?|There you are. Well, it worked, huh?

I told you to confess and it worked.|It didn't work?

Not even a bit? It failed totally?|You're going to hit me, right?

No, you're not going to hit me.|But you'll hurt me. George, please!

Excuse me, is Mr. Kimball in?|- No. - Are you Mrs. Kimball?

Yes, but I'm very busy. - If you|don't mind, I'll handle this with you.

This is the deed. Since he gave us|this check for $1,000 made out to cash

I thought he should have this receipt.

He gave you a $1,000 check?|- Yes, he did. - For what?

For your plot in Green Hills.|You must go up there with your hubby.

It's lovely now. Everything's|in bloom. - Just a minute, please.

My husband bought a cemetery plot?|- Yes. Didn't he tell you?

No.

Oh dog-gone it! I could tear my tongue|out! He wanted it to be a surprise.

I hope this doesn't take the joy out.|- No, not at all.

So, he did make up that confession.|There is no other woman.

No. But he|made arrangements for another man.

Mr. Kimball was very thoughtful.|He made provisions for a 2nd husband.

It's a very unique idea. In fact,|we're using it in our advertising.

I hope Mr. Kimball won't be angry|because I let this slip out.

Oh, I got it, Mr...? - Akins.|- Suppose we don't tell him?

Just mail these to him, Okay?|He'll never know that I found out.

Good! Then he can still surprise you.|- Yes. - You're a good egg! Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Akins. Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't worry, I'll slip out the back.

Don't be a stranger.

Will you at least let me|drive you to the station?

Suppose I told you|I changed my mind about leaving you?

What about my affair with Dolores?

I've decided to forgive you.|- You have? - Yes.

Don't you move!

Hi, Ju... George!

Who was that?

It was the florist. Sort of.

Oh, George, what was that?|- A thorn.

Have we got any iodine?|- No.

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