The Thrill of It All Page #6

But it may be somebody's.

Party of four. Ten o'clock? Yes.

- A marvellous idea!

- I should have invited you out weeks ago.

- Yes, sir?

- Yes, I have a reservation. Dr Gerald Boyer.

Oh, yes, Dr Boyer.

There will be a little wait.

Your table will be ready soon.

I made the reservation for eight o'clock.

It's after that now.

I am sorry, sir. We have been

rather busy tonight. Please.

Aren't you Beverly Boyer, the Happy Girl?

- Yes, I am.

- Oh, may I have your autograph?

For my little granddaughter.

She's only three but she just loves

to listen to you talk about your soap.

- Really? Oh, how nice.

- How stupid of me, Miss Boyer.

Please forgive me.

Of course I have a table for you.

- Thank you.

- Waiter.

Table three for Miss Boyer and party.

Please follow me.

Thank you.

Perhaps Miss Beverly

wish to have some wine?

Uh, we'd like some champagne, please.

Well. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Aren't you the Happy Girl, Beverly?

- Yes, I am.

- See, Lena? I told you.

May we have your autograph, Miss Beverly?

My niece's daughter would adore it.

- Do you have a pen?

- Oh. I don't know...

- Here, dear.

- Thank you.

Now me. It's for a neighbour's child.

Would you personalise it?

Just write:
"To Georgie,

"a sweet, darling little boy

of whom I am very fond of."

- And sign it.

- Uh, pardon me.

- But are you anybody?

- Well...

- This is my husband.

- Oh, Mr Beverly!

No, Doctor Beverly.

- I mean Dr Boyer.

- Married to a doctor. Isn't that nice?

We'll be watching you on TV, Beverly.

Remember to wave to us.

- Thank you.

- Uh, that's my pen.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

- What a thing to say.

- It's OK, sweetheart. I'm not that sensitive.

It is Beverly Boyer!

You're so much prettier on television,

I didn't recognise you.

Aren't you the announcer who says,

"Here she is, Miss Beverly"?

I take it back. I am that sensitive.

Come on, sweetheart.

- Oh, but I want your autograph.

- We're going. We don't have a pen.

Has it ever occurred to any of you college

brains we're not making full use of our girl?

Dad, she has been on the air every Friday

for the past five months.

- She is on billboards.

- Spot commercials.

- Magazines.

- Radio.

- Newspapers.

- What else is there?

What else is there?

There's Happy detergent, you b*obs.

Get another programme

and let her sell detergent!

Yes, Dad.

What kind of programme, Dad?

What's the difference?

One of them damn shows where everybody

in the family is smarter than the father.

Or buy me a tall marshal

with a goofy sidekick. Don't matter.

Come on!

Look at the colour.

Andy, it's not a toy. It's a new set.

Now, y-you've gone too far.

One more.

That's enough.

'Pour one.'

'We don't serve drinks to killers.'

'Now, Kitty, who'd I ever kill? '

'My father and my brother, to name two.'

'Bartender, a bottle and two glasses.'

Wouldn't you be more comfortable in bed?

- We wanna see Mommy first.

- We didn't see Mommy today.

Ja, they nicht see Mama today.

First they school, and then Mama go

to pretty parlour.

Well, all right, you can see Mommy,

but right after Mommy, to bed, huh?

'All right, Kitty, pour.

'Pour! '

She's gonna hit him

on the head with the bottle.

But first she's gonna spritz him.

'I'm not gonna hurt you, Kitty.

'Ah, you, you...

'You... you floozy!

'You... you tramp! '

'ln a moment, the conclusion

of this week's Marshal Tucker, MD.

'But first, an important message

from our Happy Girl, Beverly Boyer.'

'Hi. You know, it really seems funny

talking to you on a Tuesday night

'since Friday's been my day

to tell people about Happy soap.'

They still haven't seen

their mommy today. Mrs Goethe.

'Don't get your hopes up because

you're still going to hear a commercial.

'Unless, of course, you decide to go

to the kitchen for a sandwich

'or, um, you know, bottle of beer.

'I'm going to tell you

about another Happy product.

'Happy detergent.

'Now, its label makes many claims.

'Lt says it's good for dishes,

clothes, woodwork...

'and even the tile

around your swimming pool.

'Of course, I wouldn't know about that

because, you see, I don't have a pool.

'And I'm certainly not about to put one in

just to, um, test this.

'But I do know this - that the Happy people

make a fine product.

'And they wouldn't lie. Bye.'

Good girl! Turn her off. Turn her off.

Is that you, Palmer?

Get her a swimming pool.

Damn the cost.

I want it in her back yard

in time for the next commercial.

You don't have to get permission.

I want it to be a surprise.

Now get over there and start diggin'!

I want it in by tomorrow night.

Give me a nut.

- Good morning.

- You wait for Missus. She come soon.

- Yeah. Here we are.

- Ah! Ah! Du Lieber!

She no tell me she order hole!

Oh, well, don't worry, Mrs Goethe.

This is a surprise.

When will Mrs Boyer be back?

She come for lunch, 12:00,

and then you see!

- Mom, can we play golf till lunch is ready?

- Yes, darling, in the back yard.

Hurray! Hurray! Come on, Maggie.

You be the caddy.

Don't chop up the lawn like Daddy.

Take it easy.

Ich hab gesagt, warte einen Moment,

aber sie haben getan, was sie wollen.

Mrs Goethe, you're speaking

in German again, dear.

- I don't know what you're saying.

- Mommy, Mommy!

Go out and play in the yard.

- There's no back yard.

- They took it away!

- Andrew, now really.

- Honest, Mommy. Come and look.

- Ja, go!

- I guess we have to play games.

- Who did that?

- I didn't. I didn't even swing my club once.

- No, he didn't do it, Mommy.

- Who did that?

- Maybe Daddy did.

- Compliments of Happy detergent.

One filtered swimming pool.

What? A swimming pool?

For your children to swim in

and for you to do commercials.

Oh but that's ridiculous!

Does my husband know about this?

- No. We thought you'd like to surprise him.

- Oh! Surprise him?

He wouldn't object to

you getting a free swimming pool?

Ever since the restaurant,

he objects to everything I get -

money, compliments, pools...

Pools? Oh, Mike!

Stanley, we want a real high pyramid.

High up as you can get it.

All right. Straight line right along here.

Use all these boxes.

'I guess

there's nothing more fulfilling in life

'than having a baby.'

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sweetheart, I'd like to apologise

for my behaviour.

These last few weeks, I've been, well,

less than a loving husband.

Oh, darling, I haven't given you

much of a chance to be.

- Ever since that night at the restaurant...

- I know. I'm sorry.

I would like to make it up to you.

- When?

- Well...

do you have any plans for tonight?

No. I was just waiting

for a call from my husband.

What was that?

- Sounds like rain.

- Mm-hm.

- I left the top down on the convertible.

- Mm-hm.

I guess I'm gonna have to put it

in the garage.

Mmm.

- Hey.

- Hm?

Don't you run off.

The pool!

Gerald!

- Gerry!

- What?

Gerry, I forgot to tell you we have a pool.

Oh!

Oh!

Gerald, I'm coming. Darling, I'm coming.

Oh! Oh, darling, you're dripping wet!

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