The More the Merrier Page #2

A man's in his own room,

minding his own business...

And who else gives him a course in...

One more thing...

We'd better not leave

the apartment together...

...in the morning.

You mean, because people might think...

Well...not exactly...

but people are so...

ME!?

Of course.

Thank you, Miss Milligan.

I thank you, indeed!

Good night!

Jimmy Doolittle flew over the seas...

He wants to nip at the Nipponese...

There's a cloud I've looked along...

Said, "By golly, there's Tokyo!"

Jimmy Doolittle...he understood...

He doo-diddle-doody...

And he dooed it good!

Somewhere Jimmy had heard it said...

"Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead!"

Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead.

Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead.

Mr Dingle...

Mr Dingle.

Yes, Miss Milligan?

Do you smoke in bed?

No...I sleep in bed.

Do I smell smoke?

Only the smoke of burning memories,

Miss Milligan...

Rising from the smouldering embers

of my romantic youth.

Do you keep a diary, Miss Milligan?

No I don't...of course not.

Why do you ask?

There are 2 kinds of people...

Those who don't do

what they want to do...

...so they write down in their diary

what they haven't done.

And those who are too busy to write about it,

because they're out doing it.

Full steam ahead!

Good morning!

You've got a terrible disposition,

in the morning, haven't you!?

Good morning!

No!

"No" what?

Bring in the milk!

Good morning.

What are you doing

out there?

Come in!

The paper!

The paper...Oh, my mistake!

Miss Milligan!

It's ME!...

...Mr Dingle...

You locked me out!

Paper?

Coffee!

Mr Dingle...

Aprs moi!

Mr Dingle...do you have the coffee?

Coffee...yes, yes...

Coming coffee!

Right along...

Coming right along...

Damn the torpedoes...

Full steam ahead!

Coffee...coffee...

- There we are...

- Merci!

There's a war going on, Miss Milligan.

Get dressed, Mr Dingle...

Stick to the schedule.

Dress Mr Dingle...

Get dressed.

- Mr Dingle!

- Yes, Miss Milligan?

Don't forget to make your bed.

Oh yes...make the bed...make the bed!

Make the bed...

Where are my pants?

Where are my pants?

Where are those pants?

Mr Dingle...

It's 7.30!

If you're going downtown this morning,

meet me downstairs at 7.32.

I share a ride with Miss Hopkins

at 7.32.

We mustn't keep her waiting...

...because at 7.34

we pick up Miss Leadbetter.

Then at 7.37, we pick up Miss Taylor

and Miss Johannes.

Oh...my lunch...

Mr Dingle...

Yes, Miss Milligan.

Do YOU care to ride?

Well, I've plenty of time.

If you don't mind,

I think I'll just roll downtown.

Well, have it your own way.

His companion turned up to make him one.

Did you hear about the apartment?

Yeah...it says half an apartment...

Is it rented?

You look like a high-type, clean-cut,

nice young fella!

No, it's not rented...come in!

It's really only half

of half an apartment.

- It's not rented.

- Good.

What's your name?

Carter.

- Bill Carter?

- Joe Carter.

I used to know a party

named Bill Carter.

Wasn't me.

Don't you suppose I know that?

What'd you ask for, then?

Get you to say I know

what Bill Carter looked like.

Not like me.

Then you know Bill Carter?

No, I don't.

But he sounds like a great guy!

In here.

Who's in here with me?

Me.

How much?

Well...half of mine.

$6 a week.

I'll take it.

It's about time

you made up your mind.

5...6

How long are you gonna be in town?

Only a week.

That's too bad.

Why?

8 girls to every fellow.

So they say.

So it is.

How long have YOU been here?

Not long.

What do you do?

I'm a well-to-do retired millionaire.

How about you?

Same.

Say...what's that...

The part of an airplane?

A new type of garden bench.

Looks like a propeller.

It does?

And what brought you here,

Mr Carter?

Railroad.

No, I mean, what's your job?

I'm a mechanic...

At the baby-carriage factory.

Where?

California.

San Francisco?

Burbank.

Baby-carriage factory, eh?

Yep...Tokyo Baby-Carriage Corporation...

"Plain and fancy baby-carriages,

for carrying babies to Tokyo."

Maybe you think this is

none of my business?

Maybe I do.

Probably your name

isn't even Bill Carter.

Probably not.

It's probably Joe Carter.

Well...I'll take this one.

Have you got an alarm-clock?

Yeah. How about a key?

Hello, Milligan.

I'm Dingle.

Hold on...excuse me! ####

Come in!

Only one 'L' in 'Dingle'.

You must have been shopping...

Let me help you.

There you are, Miss Milligan.

Miss Milligan...

I've got something to tell you.

Mr Dingle...

- I've been thinking about it a great deal...

- I wasn't sure how you'll take it...

It just won't work, that's all...

You'll have to give up your half

of the apartment.

- What's that?

- I can't have a man around the house.

I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind...

You'll have to leave!

Say...what's the matter with you,

anyway?!

I guess I'm just a bit jumpy, that's all.

Well, calm down!...

You're making ME jumpy, too!

It's alright...it's nothing at all.

I'm sorry.

Come here a minute.

What's the matter, Milligan?

Dingle!

- Now, listen, Bill...

- Joe.

- Listen, Joe...

- Yeah?

I've got something

I've got to ask you.

What?

You might think it a bit personal.

That's alright.

Never mind...I'll tell you later...

It's alright!

That's alright,

I'll tell you later.

Mr Dingle!

Yes?

Did I leave my comb in there?

No.

Never mind!

Hey, did YOU say something?

- Yes?

- I thought you'd finished.

No hurry!

Just a minute!

That's alright...no hurry.

- Alright?

- Alright!

How did THEY get here?

Bill!

Bill!

Are you looking for someone?

Who are YOU?!

How did you get IN here?

Well, I live here.

Since when?!

Since this morning.

You don't by any chance

happen to know a gentleman...

...by the name of Mr Benjamin Dingle,

do you?

Meaning ME, Miss Milligan?

Yes! Meaning YOU!

What do you have to say

for yourself?

Have you met my friend,

Joe Carter?

I just met Joe Carter.

Oh...fine fella!

Mr Dingle...answer me this...

Who was it located

and leased this apartment?

Who was it made that the landlord

re-paper and re-paint it?

And who was it bought furniture

and drapes...

...and made rag-rugs, and who considers

this apartment her own?!

- You.

- Alright then answer m this...

Who was it allowed you to sublet

half her apartment...

...against her better judgement?!

You.

Then why do you go behind my back...

...and rent my apartment

to this...this...him!

But I only rented half of my half.

Otherwise my friend Joe here

would've had to sleep in the park.

Otherwise your friend Joe here...

...is gonna ought to have to

sleep in the park anyway.

And you too!

Now out!

Out! Both of you!

Wait a minute...

I'm paid up for the week...

I gave him 6 bucks.

Well give him back his 6 bucks!

I had to send some telegrams...

And I'm not gonna move

till I get my 6 bucks.

Give him a cheque!

No cheques!

Now look here...

I don't owe you the 6 bucks...

HE owes you the 6 bucks.

Now listen, Miss Milligan.

I paid you 12 dollars

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