Sitting Pretty Page #2

conscious. Not those kids.

Tell him I dropped dead!

Hello? Yes, I heard,

Mrs. Phillips.

She just dropped dead.

Why, the...

fresh out of names, dear,

or fresh out of charm?

Mm-mmm.

Well, we can always try Ginger.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- Why? What's wrong with Ginger?

Well, in the first place

she's a nitwit,

and in the second place she's got

a silly, idiotic crush on you.

Oh, stop it, will you.

don't act so innocent.

The last time she was here she tried to

hold hands with you right under my very nose.

Can I help it if I'm

irresistible to women?

Of course not, dear.

[ Sighs ]

Well, okay.

Oh, all right.

Go ahead and call her.

Personally, I think you've

got a crush on her.

A child of 16?

Gosh, Mr. King,

I'm so glad you called.

I just adore sitting

with those darling children.

Good. That's a break for us.

[ Chuckles ]

I had several other calls

tonight to sit,

but I turned them all down 'cause I just

hoped and prayed that you would call.

Gosh, you look so sharp

in your tux.

Gosh!

[ Clears throat ]

I just did a new paint job on my nails.

Like them, Mr. King?

Yes. Fine.

I'm using a new perfume too.

It's called nuit d'amour.

That's French.

Oh.

It means "night of love. "

Like it?

Yes. It's keen.

Well, good night, Ginger.

The children are all sound asleep.

But if you need me, I left the

hammonds' phone number there on the desk.

Oh, yes.

Here it is, Ginger.

Oh, thank you,

Mr. King.

Have a nice time.

Yes, Ginger, we will.

You don't mind if I make a

few phone calls, do you?

A person gets so bored

just sitting.

All right, Ginger, but please don't

stay on the phone all the time.

And remember that the

children are asleep.

I will.

- Good night, Ginger.

- Good night.

She's so cute.

Are you quite sure you wouldn't like

to stay home and sit with her, dear?

Well!

What brought that on?

It's that perfume of Ginger's.

It brings out the beast in me.

Oh, stop it!

[ Both laughing ]

[ Muttering ]

Five and six, 11, carry one, and eight...

if we'd had a little more gin

this evening and less rummy...

yes. It wouldn't have been

quite so gruesome.

Why, Edna, how you talk!

We ought to be honored that

the hammonds invited us over.

Pipe down, will you.

You two broke even, but

the hammonds lost $5.20 to us. Ha!

Lost? Look here, pal,

the hammonds had better win.

That is, if you expect

to get that raise.

[ Silverware clinking ]

And so I said to the woman,

you couldn't possibly find

a better lawyer than Mr. Hammond.

Well, Harry, figure the score?

What's the bad news?

Good news, sir.

You and Mrs. Hammond are

the only winners... $5.20.

Aha! You see?

Concentration and memory.

Qualities which you two young fellas

would do well to acquire. Yes, sir.

You won $1.20 from us...

And $4.00 from the Philbys.

[ Mr. Hammond ] Good! Good!

I should say it is.

We never win.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Why, who on earth

could that be at this hour?

I-I'll go, dear. You take cream

and sugar, don't you, Tacey?

No, black, please.

How do you do, Horatio? Why,

hello, Clarence. Come in. Come in.

I'm afraid this is rather

late for a social call,

but I found a letter in my mailbox

intended for you, Horatio,

and as I happened

to be passing, I thought...

- good evening, Martha.

- Hello, Clarence.

- [ Bill ] Good evening.

- How do you do?

Ah, here we are.

I cannot think how the mailman

could have been so careless.

Oh, I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid

I opened it before I realized.

Of course I didn't read it.

Thank you, Clarence.

[ Mrs. Hammond ] Anything important,

dear? No, no. Just a circular.

Won't you join us in a cup

of a coffee and a sandwich?

Oh, do.

There's more than aplenty.

I really should be getting back to mother,

but perhaps I could stay for a snack.

Of course you can.

She'll be all right.

You take sugar, don't you, Clarence?

Three lumps, please.

How are all the little irises

coming along, Mr. Appleton?

[ Chuckles ]

I must confess, I'm quite surprised to

find you and your wife here, Mr. King.

- Why?

- I just strolled past your house.

I felt sure you would

be at your own party.

Party?

[ Harry ] Not at our house.

Oh, yes, indeed.

The house was blazing with lights.

I could hear the music

halfway down the block.

As I went by,

I saw your guests dancing.

You and your Ginger.

[ Record player:

Swing ]

[ Continues ]

Oh. Hello.

We, uh... we didn't think

you'd be back so soon.

So it appears.

[ Boy ] Hi, pop.

We've been watching 'em dance!

You kids run upstairs to bed.

Go ahead.

Hurry up.

The idea, letting the baby out of bed

at this hour. Are you out of your mind?

Gosh, Mrs. King, I hope you're not sore

just because I invited a few friends.

[ Stops ] A person'd go

absolutely mad with nothing to do but sit.

If I were your mother,

heaven forbid,

I'd make it extremely painful for

you tossit for the next few days.

I think you'd better

have your friends...

gosh, Mr. King,

I feel so sorry for you.

She has a terrible

disposition, hasn't she?

[ Whistling ]

Oh.

[ Continues whistling ]

Well? Oh! [ Chuckles ]

What do you want?

Good morning, Mr. Taylor.

I was just admiring your bed of black

Iris. You keep away from my Iris.

I haven't forgotten yet what you said about

me and that girl from the florist shop.

I merely said... just "merely"

keep your mouth shut!

Well! Huh!

[ Exhales ]

Oh, good morning, Mr. Mcpherson. Mmm.

Must have been quite

a party you had last night.

Would you like a list of the guests who

got cockeyed, or have you already got it?

There's no need

to be unpleasant.

I merely made a friendly observation.

Well, make it someplace else.

[ Whistling continues ]

Henry! Henry! [ Barking ]

Why are you tickling that flower?

Yeah, why?

I am not tickling it, little boy.

I am gathering...

[ clears throat ] Just run along.

I have your mother's permission.

We won't bother you.

Tell us what you're doing.

Have you boys ever watched a Bumblebee

flitting from flower to flower?

Sure. Well, I am doing just

what the Bumblebee does.

Gosh!

Can you sting too?

Run away and play.

Find it?

It isn't upstairs.

Oh, what did I do

with that thing?

Oh, there it is.

[ Harry ]

What the devil is he doing?

Seems we have

a very healthy male Iris,

and he asked if he could have some

pollen so he could breed it to one of his.

We oughta charge him a stud fee.

Good-bye, honey.

Oh, uh, good morning, John.

Good morning.

I'm going in. I'll save

you a trip. Well, okay.

[ Harry ]

Anything interesting, Mr. Appleton?

Oh, good morning,

Mr. and Mrs. King.

The mailman asked me to hand

these to you. Thank you.

Did you, uh, get all

the pollen you needed?

Why, yes!

I believe it may produce

a fascinating hybrid.

Glad to hear it.

Well, good-bye, Mr. King.

don't forget, we're entitled to the

pick of the litter. [ Chuckling ]

Harry!

Come here, quick!

I got an answer!

Answer to what?

My ad!

Huh?

I didn't want to tell you,

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