The More the Merrier Page #5

Well, in that case...

Well, in that case...

I think it might be alright.

It can't be Mr Pendergast...

He always phones

from downstairs.

- He does?

- Yes!

- Hello, Miss Milligan!

- Hello.

Could I see you please, Miss Milligan,

for a few minutes?

It's very important!

It's about a decision

I have to make.

Could I see you for a few minutes,

alone, please?

Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?

Oh, no...it can't wait till tomorrow...

it's important!

Who's this?

This is my fellow...he lives downstairs.

How do you do Mr Pendergast?

May name is Morton Rodakiewicz.

I gotta see you.

Excuse me, I'll just be a minute.

Now, what is it you want to tell me,

because I'm in a terrible hurry.

Do I want to join the Boy Scouts,

or don't I?

Of course you do!

But I'm not the camp-craft type!

So should I join, because I don't like hunting

and fishing and hiking and camp-craft, and OUGHT TO...

...or should I NOT join, because I don't like

hunting and fishing and hiking and camp-craft.

Well, yes...definitely!

Some problem!

A person should know if he's the camp-craft type.

Morton, I'll be terribly disappointed if you

don't go and join the Boy Scouts, tonight, right now!

I'll do it!

Only, I can't do it tonight,

because it's too late.

But tomorrow I'll do it.

Oh, your phone is off the hook.

There's my good deed for today.

Already I'm a Boy Scout!

Will you be disappointed in me

if I waited until tomorrow?

- No Morton.

- Oh, that's good.

Your phone's ringing!

It's ringing.

Thank you, Morton.

So long.

Hello.

Yes, Charles?...

How are you feeling?

I feel wonderful!

Oh, you do?!

Well...um...I'll be right down.

That's my date...I'm so sorry.

Have a good time!

Thank you...

You have a good time too.

- Have a good time.

- Thank you, Morton.

Hey!...

What are you lookin' at?

The Capitol dome.

You oughta not be lookin'

outta those spy-glasses...

Spyin'!

You can get in awful serious trouble

doin' that.

Knock off, will ya?!

Everybody's givin' their spy-glasses

to the Navy...

I read it in the paper.

Why don't you give YOUR spy-glasses

to the Navy, too?

Because...

I'm a JAP!

Two?

It'll be a couple of minutes

before I have a table for you gentlemen.

There's plenty of room

at the bar.

I've come to the conclusion that

we ought to get married right away.

You have?!

Yes, I have.

We've put it off long enough.

From now on,

it's full steam ahead.

That is, with reservations.

What did I tell you...?

...8 to every fella!

And what did I tell you?

I'm not interested.

Cheer up, Joe...

We're out for a good time.

Well, I thought you said

something about...

...world conditions

being so unsettled, and...

Exactly...there's no reason

for us to be unsettled, too.

Come on Saturday afternoon...

We can have half a holiday...

I'll apply for the licence tomorrow.

Why, we can be back at work,

bright and early, Monday morning!

Gentlemen, I have your table

for you now.

Excuse me.

Pendergast!

How do you do, Mr Dingle!?

Well, well...this is a happy coincidence!

Joe...come here...come here!

Meet my friend, Joe Carter.

Joe...this is Charles J. Pendergast.

How do you do.

This is my fiance, Miss Milligan.

Mr Dingle...Mr Carter.

Delighted, Miss Milligan!

Why, I...

How do you do.

Mr Carter?

Won't you sit down?

Yeah...sit down, Joe.

Here, have this chair.

I seem to feel we've met

somewhere before, Miss Milligan.

No, I guess not.

I guess not, too.

Mr Dingle is in Washington

to discuss the housing plan.

Oh, indeed!

I suppose you're crowded

like everyone else in Washington.

I'm crowded like nobody else.

Then you realise what a problem

we're up against.

Yes, Joe..there are cases on record...

..where 2 and 3 people have practically

been forced to live in the same room.

- No!

- Yes!

I tell you, the condition

is deplorable.

Oh...kind of cosy, though...

don't you think?!

Mr Carter...I lie awake nights,

just worrying about the situation.

No!

Little do you know how much

you've got to worry about!

Oh, yes I do!

- Oh, no you don't!

- Oh, yes I do!

Why, at the present time

at least 30,000 4-party units

could be absorbed just by

the incoming populace alone.

I wonder how many single-party units

it could take to relieve the present situation.

Can you guess?

I don't have to guess.

I know...187,683.

Have you facts and figures

to substantiate that?

I certainly have!

Say, why don't you two young people

go and dance...

...while Charles and I

talk this thing over.

- Charles...?

- That's alright.

You figure the same way

on a 3-party unit?

That music...it disturbs me.

I can't concentrate.

My boy, you don't know how

you've simplified this whole problem...

...for everyone concerned!

Come up to my suite,

where you CAN concentrate.

We'll have this thing all ready to present

to the board tomorrow morning...

Come on! We'll roll up our sleeves

and get busy.

Take good care of Miss Milligan.

Don't worry!

I'll be back, Constance...I...

Who taught you to rumba?

Some girl, I bet.

Is she nice?

Not half so nice as YOU.

Why, Connie!...Hello!

How are you?

Oh, I'm fine, I guess...

- Miss Allen, Miss Bilby...Mr Carter.

- How do you do, Mr Carter.

Have you been in Washington long,

Mr Carter?

- As a matter of fact...

- Where are you from, Mr Carter?

Mr Carter's from California.

- Hollywood?

- Burbank.

Oh, you couldn't be in the P-38

interceptor business, could you?

No...potatoes, that's my line.

Mr Carter's going to be...

Oh, you're a farmer!

Burbank potatoes.

Hello Betty.

Miss Milligan, Mr Carter, Miss Harper,

Miss Tracy, Miss Bilby, Miss Ewing, Miss Doyle.

And this is Miss Finch, Miss Dalton,

Miss Geisekin, Miss Harper....Mr Carter.

How do you do.

Miss Allen, Miss Geisekin, Miss Finch...Mr Carter.

I'm Miss Milligan.

- Miss Milligan...

- Yes?

You're wanted on the telephone.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

Could you show me where

the telephone is, please?

It's right this way, Miss.

Oh, thank you.

Do you want to sit down?

You mean you're not

coming back at all?

Mr Dingle says that Mr Carter

will be glad to take you home.

Mr Dingle says you won't be taking Mr Carter

very much out of his way.

Oh, it isn't out of his way at all.

You know, your eyes are blue,

like the colour of your necktie.

They are not...

They're grey like his shirt.

No...I think they're hazel.

Mr Pendergast phoned...

...and said he would like YOU

to take me home.

Well, you don't have to,

if you don't want to.

I couldn't let you go alone.

Well, look...you could always come back

you know, if you want to.

No!

What are "we"?

Oh...my mother and father and sister.

Sundays we generally go

down to the beach.

What beach?

Pacific Ocean beach.

- Who goes?

- The whole gang.

Like who?

Oh...like Bob Rowe...Bill Widermeyer...

and Jeff York...

Well, don't you ever go

with any girls?

- Of course.

- Well, who?

Helen Tuttle.

Is she your girl?

I just go with her.

A long time?

No...just a girl I know.

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