The Glass Bottom Boat Page #3

That is Pritter's Hi-Fi Service

wiring the house for a party.

Well, l'll be in town a few days

checking on another spy rumble.

Alrighty. Sorry it wasn't more exciting

for you here.

Let's keep it that way.

Oh, yes, this new equation of yours,

where's it kept?

-Up here. Why?

-No plans or blueprints?

ln two vaults.

One at the office. One here.

-lnvulnerable?

-Yeah, they're invulnerable. l'll show you.

lf you need paper and things,

they're behind this bookcase. lt pulls out.

-Oh, thank you, Mrs. Miller.

-Anna.

Jenny.

Here we are.

Each vault opens only to the frequency

of my voice in a special word sequence.

Since each voice is unique. . .

-. . .the safes are, as you say, invulnerable.

-Excellent.

Anna? Yoo-hoo.

What?! Oh, l'm sorry.

-Oh, my heart.

-l didn't mean to scare you.

l'm fixing the PA system.

l'm sorry.

Pritter's the name. Julius Pritter.

Pritter's Hi-Fi Stereo, you know.

My card.

ln case you need any work done.

l'll be out of your way in a jiffy.

Scary closets.

-Be careful!

-What?

Oh, no.

-Oh, no.

-What was that?

-That was a cake.

-l'm awfully sorry, lady.

That makes two of us, or three.

-What should l do?

-Don't move. You'll mess up--

Hurry. lt's starting to permeate.

l don't feel well.

l have this cold coming on.

-Oh, my sock is getting soggy.

-Look, put it all in here.

-The whole thing.

-l think l'm gonna catch cold.

-You push.

-Yeah, okay.

-Here.

-Don't let any of it drip off.

Okay.

-Oh, good, that's it, that's good. Yeah.

-Now, shake it all in.

Shake--

-l think l'm stuck.

-You can't be stuck.

No, l am. Oh, yes, l am

because my toes are bent up.

-l have this ingrown toenail, two of them.

-Mr. Pritter, l'd rather not hear. . .

. . .about your toenails. . .

-. . .at this moment. Okay?

-Okay, yeah. All right.

-Lady. l have this condition.

-Now, will you please--?

-Shut up?

-Right. Now, hang on.

-l'm hanging. Pull.

-l'm pulling.

Oh, l'm sorry.

Oh, l'm sorry. Are you all right?

No, no, l always twine myself

in ladders with a foot on my cake.

lt's still stuck. Lady, wait, please.

-Just be still, Mr. Pritter.

-Wait, my shoulder's connected to that.

l think we should get that out--

-Wait a minute. Get-- Wait.

-l have to do the ladder.

The ladder, oh, yes. Very good, oh, wait.

The lip is there. The lip. The lip.

-Oh, God. lt's really a mess.

-l'm sorry.

You know something? You're irritated

with me, l'm irritated with myself.

Look, it's just a good thing that l didn't

fall in the pool with my cold. That's all.

Boy, l'll tell you one thing,

l cannot go through life like this.

Mr. Pritter. Now, wait a minute.

We have to approach this. . . .

-We have to approach it scientifically.

-Oh, yes.

-Right?

-Sure, why not.

-Now, listen to me.

-Yeah.

-Are you thinking?

-l've got it.

l'm gonna put all my weight

on this basket.

And when l do, you pull your foot out.

-You see what l mean?

-Scientifically.

Yeah. Okay?

-Sure.

-All right.

-Ready?

-Sure.

-Here l come.

-Okay, now l pull out, right?

l'll push down, and you pull out.

Mr. Pritter! Mr. Pritter. . . .

-l'm stuck.

-Oh, please, lady, you're stuck?

Your heel is in my ingrown.

-Mr. Pritter.

-Yeah?

We cannot approach this scientifically

until l get my foot out.

-No more scientific, please.

-Right. Now, listen to me.

-Yeah.

-Let me hold on to you.

Oh, lady.

My watch. My watch.

Mr. Templeton said for you to relax,

Julius, dear.

l'll have your clothes pressed like new

in no time.

That's fine, Anna.

lt's kind of large,

but that's a good-looking shirt on you.

Thank you.

l'm so sorry about the house.

lt's just a mess.

-Don't worry.

-l'll clean it.

Don't worry about it.

Your foot.

-You hurt your foot?

-He stepped on it in the wastebasket.

He's not too thin.

Poor Mr. Pritter. How is he?

He's kind of hiding while Anna cleans

his clothes. He was a mess.

Did you see

when he took the fish out of his shirt?

They seemed to enjoy it.

They're still swimming around there.

-You know, l've got a confession to make.

-What?

l'm not really sorry you hurt your foot.

Feels good.

-l have a confession too.

-What?

You've got the wrong foot.

Here, it's this one.

There's where he stepped on it.

lt's swollen.

Yes, it is. Maybe we should rub

some more cake on it.

l'm sorry about that cake.

-Not as sorry as l am.

-You like it that much?

Well, that's my main food.

Staple diet.

-l'll bake another one.

-That's a marvelous idea.

-Have you got the stuff?

-Anna has a perfect kitchen.

l'm a great assistant pastry cook.

Let's go!

-Okay.

-Let's ruin our waistlines.

You know, l just can't get over it.

-l've never seen a kitchen like this.

-Really?

lt's simple. Everything works here.

Push-button style. Come here.

Look at this.

lnfrared rays for baking.

No heat, no sweat.

Radiation. Equivalent to

1 000 degrees Fahrenheit.

What do you think of that?

-lt's like an operating room.

-Well, let's start operating.

What's your secret formula?

Well, the secret's in the beating.

You see, you whip the egg whites stiff,

but never dry.

-Stiff, but never dry. All right.

-Remember that.

-Now--

-First, we'll get rid of these.

-Photoelectric cell.

-Really?

l'm so impressed.

Would a kitchen like this

have an egg beater?

An egg beater?

One egg beater coming up.

l don't believe it.

Oh, boy! This kitchen

doesn't need a woman.

You're the one good thing l didn't make

provision for. ln case you're sloppy. . .

. . .l made provision for that.

Look at this.

-lt's alive.

-We call it our automatic floor cleaner.

lt has eyes.

Watch this.

He's got a nose too!

Hey, what's that thing in the bag?

That's an oscillating suction chamber.

-Really, is it?

-lt really is.

-Where's it go?

-ln its little house there.

We call it the Bug.

There'll be one in every home.

Not in mine. Oh, boy.

-The egg whites are finished.

-Wait, wait!

Press the red button.

This one?

-l don't believe it.

-lsn't that cute?

lt really is.

lt's incredible.

-Only takes three minutes?

-Time is relative in the Space Age.

-What's the next move?

-Well. . .

. . .now, let's see.

We turn it down to 350.

Control to operator, green for go, 350.

-lt just pops open when done?

-Like a flower.

Talking of flour, you're a mess.

Come here.

l'm a messy cook. Thank you.

Hey.

-What?

-You always had all those freckles?

-Yeah. Yes.

-They're cute.

Thank you. When l was a girl

l'd hope they'd grow together. . .

. . .so that it'd be like a tan.

Bet the boys chased you anyway.

-l could run like a deer.

-You still want to?

-Yeah?

-Your private phone.

-Mr. Molloy calling from Washington.

-Okay, Anna.

Don't you nibble at that while l'm gone.

My cake!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Give me back my slipper!

You get off--!

Get off of me! Get--!

You give me back my shoe.

This is the quickest trip

l ever made to Catalina.

-How fast are we going?

-Plenty fast, but it's classified.

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