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Whether he happens to be a
scientist or an arctic explorer...
or a headhunter
or anything else,
I'm cut out to be
only one thing:
his wife.I love him.
- Betsy, do you mean that?
The witness is under oath to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
- Oh, Betsy.
- Your honor, I would like to inquire,
Is this a court of law
The witness has been instructed to tell her
own story in her own way. Please sit down.
Your honor, will you excuse
the witness at this time?
Uh, will your honor also tell the
defense counsel to please sit down?
so instructed.
Why are we looking up at that clock
all the time? How should I know?
[ Whispering ]
sit down.
[ Betsy ] well, then I
went to Finneys to buy...
dress that was on sale.
Your honor, what does all this foofaraw
about a blue dress have to do with the case?
Uh, Mrs. Brainard,
does all this, uh, foofaraw...
have any bearing on the
disposition of the case?
- You bet, your honor.
- I don't believe it.
The prosecution will have
an opportunity to cross-Examine.
That is, if you don't mind
wasting the time.
Gangway! Hey, gangway.
Gangway, everybody! Gangway!
Ooh! [ Giggles ] gangway!
Excuse me, please. Uh, but,
Mrs. Brainard, please...
professor Brainard,
I don't wish to pry,
But would you kindly
divulge your intentions?
The court is waiting.
I'm sorry, your honor. May I ask that
this witness be recalled to testify for me?
- Very well.
- Objection!
Your honor, the case is
ready for summation.
Must we subject ourselves to irrelevant
testimony trumped up by the defense?
The witness is qualified.
If I recall, he testified in behalf
of the prosecution two days ago.
But your honor...
do you wish to challenge the
integrity of your own witness?
Down, down!
- Now, sir, we know who you are.
- Oh, yes. I'm a. J. Allen.
I'm the county agricultural
agent, that's who I am.
Now, Mr. Allen, day before
yesterday, you testified...
that the rays with which I bombarded
the atmosphere seemed to have...
a peculiar effect on the flowers, crops
and vegetation of so forth around here.
Is that right? Oh, yes, yes.
I said that. I certainly did.
And you were very upset. Oh, I was
extremely upset, yes. [ Chuckles ]
So much so that you decided to
investigate the matter thoroughly.
Oh, certainly. I'm dedicated
to my work, you know.
And you've come here today to make
a complete report on your findings.
Well, I didn't come here
to toast marshmallows...
...you know. No. Now, Mr. Allen...
first, would you mind telling us about the
soil conditions here in Medfield county?
Well, it's no secret,
goodness knows.
Medfield county has the thinnest,
rockiest, wore-Out, farmed-Out,
Pooped-Out soil in the
whole state; it's pitiful!
I've been so ashamed.
[ Chuckles ]
- It's not much good for growing things.
- Growing things!
Professor, you want me
to show you something?
Wait, Ill show you something.
Wait a minute.
Do you know what that poor
thing is? That is an ear of corn.
That's what we've been growing
around here. Do you mind...
watching that,
your honor?
Growing things!
My goodness!
That's a radish.
A radish!
You wouldn't get a respectable
burp out of a dozen of 'em.
If you want to see something
really miserable, [ laughs ]
I have a rutabaga here
someplace...
I know I had it when I
left home. Somebody put...
The rutabaga. Where's the rutabaga?
It's around here somewhere...
Uh, th-That's fine,
Mr. Allen. Thank you.
Now, would you tell us, have
you noticed any change recently?
Have I noticed any change? Why,
professor, you don't know what's going on!
All over Medfield county things
are growing up like crazy!
Why, everywhere I look, everything
Mr. Allen, would you say it might have
something to do with what the prosecutor...
has been calling
"flubber fallout"?
Oh, I don't... he can
call it anything he wants.
Personally, professor, I think
that you've invented... [ stammers ]
Oh, for heaven's sakes.
You might call it "dry rain. "
Dry wh?T [ Allen ] dry rain.
I just thought of it
just this minute.
That's exactly what it is.
I don't believe Ive
ever heard of dry rain.
Is it anything like
taking a dry bath,
Or going for
a dry canoe ride?
[ Spectators laugh ]
[ laughing ] no, no.
Actually, it's more like
guzzling a dry martini, you know.
It's very stimulating.
[ Chuckles ]
You see, professor Brainards
rays must have combined...
with massive amounts of nitrogen
out in the atmosphere, see?
And it came "shoomping" right down in
front of our eyes, but we never saw it.
Why, for all we know, it might be
dry-Raining right down in this courtroom...
this very minute, fertilizing
everything in sight!
You can't tell, you know.
[ Chuckles ]
Do you expect this court to believe all
this mumbo jumbo? Can you substantiate it?
[ Laughing ]
oh, my goodness!
I thought he'd
never ask me!
[ Laughs ] boys, bring
in the substantiation.
Will you, please?
Yes, sir!
come on! Bring it in!
[ Crowd chattering ]
That's right, boys! Just
put it up there on the bench!
Look at those carrots, judge!
I tell you, a rabbit couldn't...
[ all chattering ]
Boys! Boys!
Order!
Don't push!
Keep it dignified!
Well, don't just sit there.
Do something!
Your wife says
to get home right away.
A summer squash just rolled off the vine
next door and smashed your sports car!
The jurors will please
sit down! Order!
Thank you very, very,
very much, judge.
You should try some of this walnut.
It's off my own tree, you know.
That's a walnut?
Oh, yes, yes.
Your honor, this is
outrageous! I leave it to you...
smart move.
Case dismissed.
that isn't what I meant!
Come on, pop.
Don't take it so hard.
I'm not crying, you blasted
nitwit! It's these onions!
Of course, I don't have anything
against science, mind you.
As a matter of fact, Im
crazy about it, but... Betsy.
Offhand, can you name one thing that science
hasn't improved upon, one way or another?
Offhand, I, I think I
can. All right. What?
Oh!
[ Laughs ]
I guess Ill have to
go along with that.
[ Beeping ]
[ Pulsing ]
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