The Man Who Came to Dinner Page #14

that case, boys.

It contains a jewel,

slightly tarnished.

Whiteside, I'll load it up

with smoked salmon...

...and ship it back to you.

Sherry.

- Sherry, was that...?

- It was indeed.

The field is clear,

and you have my blessing.

- Oh, you old reprobate.

- Just send me a necktie sometime.

My hat and coat.

I'm leaving for New York.

- Well, what...?

- Don't argue, rat girl. Do as you are told.

Yes, Mr. Whiteside.

Sarah. John.

Maggie. Maggie, I want to apologize.

Don't give it a thought, Bert.

There's been a change in plans.

La Sheldon has departed

for parts unknown...

...and I'm going to see

that Sherry gives your play to Cornell.

Maggie.

How would you like to come

to New York and work for me?

This is an outrage!

- We'd love it.

- Thank you, Maggie, me darling.

Mr. Whiteside. My cook and my butler.

- They've been with me for 10 years.

- I am commuting their sentence.

If you and your husband

come to New York...

...come to my place for dinner

if I'm not in town.

- Mr. Whiteside, are you very busy?

- Oh, yes, doctor. Very busy.

But if you ever come to New York,

doctor, try and find me.

- Yes.

- Goodbye, my lamb.

- I love you very much.

- Sherry, you're wonderful.

Nonsense. Jefferson, you'll

never know the trouble you've caused.

- Goodbye, Mr. Whiteside.

- Goodbye, Mr. Stanley.

I would like to hear in the future...

...that your daughter

had married her young man...

...and that your son had been permitted

to follow his own bent. Or else.

What about the penguins, octopus,

baby seal and the rest of the menagerie?

They're all yours, Mr. Stanley.

- Merry Christmas, everybody.

- Merry Christmas, Mr. Whiteside.

What is this? Where's he going?

- I didn't know he could walk.

- It's all right. You're too young to know.

Hello?

Mrs. Roosevelt? Eleanor Roosevelt?

Just a moment, please.

Mr. Whiteside?

Oh, Mrs. Roosevelt,

I want you to know...

...my husband didn't vote

for your husband, but I did.

Oh, you're welcome, I'm sure.

And I'd love to vote

for your husband again sometime.

Mrs. Roosevelt.

Mr. Whiteside.

Mrs. Roosevelt's on the phone.

What, Eleanor?

I've done it again. Oh, my!

Sherry! Bert. John. Sherry's fallen.

- What is it, Maggie?

- What happened?

Perhaps he fell again.

I'll have a... Miss Preen.

Miss Preen. I want Miss Preen.

Help me up.

Maggie.

- What's the matter?

- Is anything wrong down here?

- Mr. Whiteside.

- I want Miss Preen back.

- What happened?

- Mr. Stanley, I'm suing you for $350,000.

- Where is the doctor?

- Here I am.

- Bring in the wheelchair.

- Oh, doctor!

You'll have to get me out of this house!

Hello? Hello? Oh, dear, something

must have happened to Sherry.

Operator? Operator?

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