The Thrill of It All Page #8

- Oh, young lady.

- Would you care for a picture, sir?

Yes, please.

- Ready? Shoot.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Miss Thompson.

Oh! Good morning, dear.

Do I have time for a shower

before breakfast?

Yes, you do, dear.

# You're a sweetheart

if there ever was one

# If there ever was one it's you

# You're a sweetheart

# If there ever was one

# If there ever was one it's you #

# You're a sweetheart # Honey?

- Sweetheart, I'm surprised at you.

- Oh, I-I...

Letting me go into the shower

without my underwear.

# You're a sweetheart

# If there ever was one #

Well, was the bachelor party fun?

- It was OK.

- Erm, were there any wives there?

Honey, if wives were allowed,

wouldn't I have asked you along?

- No women?

- Of course not.

Say, you're not doing

any commercials tonight, are you?

No. I'm free tonight.

Mm. That is a shame.

The one night you're free,

and I've got to give a lecture.

So long, sweetheart. I'll call you later.

- When will you be home, dear?

- Er, I'm not sure.

But don't wait up for me.

Oh!

# How dry I am

# How dry I am

# Nobody knows

# How dry I am

# How dry I am

# How dry I am

# How dry I am

# How dry I am

# How dry I am #

- Honey. Where are you, honey?

- Oh, yes, darling, I'm right here.

- I want you, honey.

- What is it, darling?

- Oh, you know something?

- What?

You're a great woman

and I'm a big, fat rat.

- Don't you say that!

- I am! The way I've treated you. I am.

- No, you're not.

- I am.

- No, you're not!

- I am. I'm a big, fat rat.

You're not a big, fat rat.

You, you're a sweet, wonderful woman.

And I don't know why

it's taken me so long to find out.

Hush, darling.

Don't say any more, please.

You're the most

wonderful, understanding woman

in the whole world...

Gloria.

Gloria!

Ooh!

Ooh!

You've only got a few minutes

before you go on.

- You'd better start changing.

- I'm wearing this.

I'm not talking about your dress.

I mean your personality.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Can't have a nervous, overwrought,

unhappy housewife...

telling America about Happy soap.

Look at you. Your eyes are red.

You're twisting your hankie.

You're biting your lip.

That's no way for a career girl to act.

I don't think I'm cut out

to be a career girl.

- Our sponsors think you are.

- Well, my husband doesn't.

Your husband's a Victorian.

My husband is a doctor

and I'm a doctor's wife.

Or I used to be.

Used to be?

Oh, Mike, everything is...

Everything is... Oh!

- Hello?

- 'Mrs Boyer? '

Yes.

Dr Boyer asked me to call.

He'll be held up tonight.

He won't be able to pick you up

at the studio

but he will meet you

at the Cartier Hotel later if he can.

Mrs Boyer, do you understand?

Yes. Yes, I understand.

Aw, cheer up, honey.

We all make mistakes.

Oh, Mike, I'm so embarrassed.

How could I forget the name of our soap?

- What did I finally call it?

- Palmolive.

- Oh.

- Have another drink.

I just kept thinking about Gerald.

I know he's at the hospital but...

- But you're not sure.

- Of course I'm sure.

By calling the hospital,

you can be absolutely sure.

- I'd never do that.

- Why not?

He might not be there!

He said, "Yes but only on Thursdays."

- Gardiner.

- Excuse me.

- Yes, darling?

- Gardiner, I'm going to have a baby.

Yes, darling. I know.

Oh, my God, you...

- A-A-Are you sure?

- Quite sure.

Oh. Well, you... Just...

- Beverly, Beverly, Beverly!

- Yes?

Call your baby.

My wife's having a husband. Quickly.

Oh!

The Doctors' Hospital, please. 88th Street.

Well, now you'll know.

Is Dr Boyer there, please?

This is an emergency.

He's no... He's not?

Well, can you reach him? Oh, fine.

Tell him Mrs Gardiner Fraleigh is

on her way to the hospital to deliver.

Yes. Thank you.

He'll meet you at the hospital.

Would you mind coming with us?

It's just that... In case...

I don't know anything about...

- It's just a matter of...

- Excuse me.

Gardiner, I am not going

to have the baby in the car.

But I would like Beverly

to go with me. Would you?

- Oh, you know I will.

- Are you afraid?

Only of being alone in the car

with an expectant father.

- Do you want me to carry you?

- Oh, Gardiner! Really.

All right, j-j-just go quietly.

Hurry. Keep moving.

- Mike, would you get the car?

- Yes.

There's nothing to worry about, don't...

- All right, Sidney.

- Where to, sir?

The hospital, you idiot!

- Dr Boyer.

- Oh, hello, Mike.

- Party break up early?

- It moved to the hospital.

- Mrs Fraleigh?

- Yeah. Can I give you a lift?

Yes, please.

To go to Doctors' Hospital,

we go up Third Avenue to 88th,

turn right and go to the river.

- Mrs Fraleigh, you're doing just fine.

- Can I do anything?

- Just get us to the hospital!

- Sidney, what's holding us up?

- Traffic, sir.

- Hurry.

Oh, dear God.

- Please.

- Damn it, Sidney, do something!

I'm, erm... Blow your horn!

- Oh, dear me.

- Oh, the pain is every five minutes.

- We've just gotta hurry!

- Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Sidney! Sidney,

I don't care how you do it

but I am going to give you exactly

five seconds to get this car moving.

Hey, what are ya doin'?

Get off the sidewalk!

Hey! Get off the sidewalk!

Hey, knock it off!

You're gonna hit somebody!

I should look where I'm goin'.

Get off the sidewalk!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Mack.

I know you have a reason

for drivin' on the sidewalk

but I warn you, it better be a dandy.

My wife is having a baby!

That's dandy enough. Follow us.

Lots of luck!

- Good evening, Dr Boyer.

- Evening. Was Mrs Fraleigh admitted?

- Er, not yet, Doctor.

- Probably held up in traffic.

- Is it much farther?

- Not much.

- Oh, dear.

- W-What's the matter?

- Four minutes apart.

- What's that mean?

It means I wish

my husband were here.

There's a jam up ahead, sir.

Sidney, do something!

- Shall I blow my horn, sir?

- Yes, damn it.

- Oh, Gardiner, your language.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, darn it!

- She said, "Darn it."

She has never, ever said that.

What does it mean?

- It's every three minutes.

- Oh, my God. Beverly, get the phone.

Call the hospital.

It's right there. Get it out.

Just push the button down.

- Yes?

- They're not here yet.

- It's for you, Doctor.

- Dr Boyer.

- Beverly, where are you?

- On the East River Drive and 58th Street.

- How's Mrs Fraleigh?

- Every three minutes, Gerald.

I could get there in about 15 minutes.

Look, you get back to the car.

- I'm calling from the car!

- Oh, dear God.

Please, Mr Fraleigh.

Gerald, what should I do?

- Oh, dear, dear God.

- Mr Fraleigh, I can't hear.

I'm going to try to get there in time.

I think I can.

Taylor, would you get my bag?

If I don't, you'll have to take over.

- Is there a bar in the back seat?

- Is there a bar?

- Yes, it's right there but why...

- Yes, Gerald, there's a bar.

- There's whisky.

- What are you gonna do?

- Wash my hands.

- Why would...?

- Gardiner!

- Please pace up and down the highway!

Allow me, sir.

Oh.

If I don't make it in time, does anyone have

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