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Put him in a cage, he'll suffocate.

No. He's got to go on doing

just as he's always done.

- And if you're his wife...

- Wait a minute.

- Did you say "trombone lessons"?

- Or tenor sax, or...

Wait a minute!

I knew there was something fishy

about this whole thing.

Fishy? Come on!

Foxy, this is me, Cynthia, remember?

A chip off the old block.

You made up this whole thing.

You don't want me to marry Mike.

You're not going to marry him.

- Why, you are a snob!

- I am not!

My hip, modern daddy is a snob!

And I told him to stay away from you.

That was a big mistake.

Now he'll never drive your car.

Who needs him? I'll drive it myself.

Now look, honey, I am not a snob.

Mike's a great guy. I like him.

You need somebody

who's ready to settle down.

A solid citizen.

Somebody your own kind.

Somebody who's dependable.

Somebody like...

Well, like Philip.

You take him.

You may as well get used to the idea.

I am going to marry Mike.

- You all right?

- It's all right.

Watch the bubbles.

Hey, how come I've to be

the grease monkey? Isn't this Les' job!

She's inside cooking dinner.

Watch out under there.

I just loosened the oil line.

Now you tell me.

Taste good?

Come in.

- What is this, a raid?

- Yeah. Reach for the ceiling.

All right. Now, turn around.

Well!

Just wanted to see if you packed a gun.

Okay, copper,

where's your search warrant?

No search warrant.

I just dropped by to say

I'm glad you decided to stay.

Yeah? That's the first welcome wagon

I've ever seen with a siren on it.

Keep your mitts off!

If you want something to eat...

have some pat maison.

Thanks.

- You make this yourself?

- Yeah.

It's got truffles in it.

Yeah. You know, I only put in a little bit.

Most people can't tell.

- I'm a gourmet cook, too. Remember?

- Oh, yeah. I forgot.

- I'll bet you're good.

- Not as good as you.

Say, Leslie...

Lester.

Les, I know we just met and all, but...

I'd like to show you my stuff, too.

- Etchings, huh?

- No. I mean, I want to cook for you.

- Will you have dinner with me tonight?

- Maybe. What are you gonna have?

How about escargot?

Yeah.

- And bouillabaisse.

- Yeah.

And cantaloupe glac.

Oh, yeah.

- Boy, am I bushed.

- What a day.

Yeah. Me, too.

I think it was worth it, though.

We're gonna give Foxhugh

a run for his money.

I think she's just about ready.

I'm ready for some of Les' good food.

I think she said she was gonna make

a whipped-cream cake.

I wonder what we're gonna have

for dessert?

Would you believe a whipped-cream cake?

Les?

- Hey, Les!

- Where's Les?

I wonder where she is.

"I'm out having dinner with a friend."

I thought you were gonna eat with us.

A friend? Wonder who she is.

- It's not a she, it's a he.

- Who he?

What about the whipped-cream cake?

"I'll save you each a piece of the cake

if he and I don't eat it all."

- Why are they gonna eat it all?

- How do you like that?

I like it. She doesn't get out enough.

A girl needs a guy.

And a guy needs a girl.

You've had a tough day,

and she's waiting for you.

She slips a tall drink into your hand...

and sits you down in a soft chair.

Then she massages the kinks

out of your neck...

with those soft, silky fingers.

- And then?

- Then you have dinner. A steak.

- Rare?

- Rare. And a big pitcher of beer.

- Cold?

- Ice cold.

And then whipped-cream cake?

Hello, darling.

- You've had a rough day.

- How did you know?

You just come with me, love.

How did she get in here?

I didn't let her in. Did you let her in?

- Time to restring your guitars, boys.

- We already did that.

- Well, do it again.

- That's silly.

Could be. Now, don't argue with Mike.

You know he's had a rough day.

Watch it!

- She acts like a wife.

- And he acts like he likes it.

There. Isn't that comfy?

Yeah. Feels good.

Those cool, silky fingers.

As soon as you've finished your drink,

we'll have dinner. I've got...

- A steak?

- Yes!

- And a big pitcher of beer, ice cold beer?

- Why, yes.

- And then?

- And then...

Can you hear them?

Then what are you uh-huhing about?

I can't figure that Mike out.

First Diana, then Cynthia,

then Cynthia and Diana.

Doesn't matter who.

If he gets married, it's goodbye combo.

Goodbye, dolce vita!

- What keeps a guy's mind off of girls?

- A new racing car.

Right! Now if we can... We've done that!

I forgot.

When your best friend's

hung up on a girl...

- how do you save him?

- Get him a different girl.

What if he's hung up on two girls?

Get him lots and lots of different girls.

That'll save him.

Right!

What did I say?

Lots and lots of girls.

Give Mike a girl, and he's one happy fella.

Give Mike lots of girls,

and I'm one happy fella.

- You're not a fella.

- You're a girl.

Hey! You remembered!

Every girl in Santa Barbara

is at Mike's party...

and I'm here.

You weren't invited.

That's my daddy.

He always says the right thing.

That's what fathers are for.

Listen to that.

The night before a race,

and he's throwing a big party.

You sure you wanna move

your queen there?

Certainly.

Checkmate.

I've got a year or two on Mike.

If I'm gonna drive tomorrow,

I'd better get some sleep.

- Good night, honey.

- Good night.

- Good night, Philip.

- Good night, sir.

Cynthia, I'll take you to the party.

Oh, Philip.

- What did you say?

- I said...

I heard what you said.

We weren't invited.

Maybe they'd throw us out.

I don't want you to think

that I'm boasting...

- but I'm as much a man...

- Now, Philip, don't faint.

I have no intention of fainting.

If you wish to go to the party tonight,

I'll take you.

If they think they're gonna

keep us out, I'll...

Well, just let them try.

I'll go up and change.

Now, don't go away.

All right!

Looks like our troubles are over.

There's nothing like a wild party

to take your mind off girls.

Holy Toledo! The fuzz!

- What are we gonna do now?

- Relax. I'll handle him.

- Don't get him sore.

- Don't worry.

Hi there...

Fantastic!

Used your recipe.

Mine never tasted like this.

You want to help me

rustle up some more?

- I mean if you're not on duty.

- I'm not. I'm all yours.

This way, Officer.

All right!

- Hi...

- Susan!

How'd you like to get married?

Not until I'm 50, 55, maybe.

I'm with you!

All right!

Hey, is she... You weren't invited.

- Now, that's funny. I'm here.

- That's right. She's here.

All right!

Hey, Les!

Folks really dig the hors d'oeuvres.

What's wrong with Les?

Wait! You weren't invited!

- Don't tell us you're here!

- Well, we are here!

If you think you...

And if you think you...

I just thought we'd be welcome.

That's all right, Philip.

We're here, and we're staying.

- Do you want to make something of it?

- Not particularly.

- Do you?

- No. Have a good time.

- We're glad you made it.

- Thanks.

Cynthia, I failed you.

No, you didn't, Philip.

In fact, you did something marvelous.

- I did?

- You didn't faint.

Hey, that's right!

See you later.

- Cynthia, I'd like to talk to you!

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