We're Not Married! Page #4

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- [ Vehicle Approaching ]

- That's a good boy.

Good? That good?

[ Door Closing ]

Yeah, told you Mommy would

be home soon. There she is now.

- Hiya, Mommy.

- Hiya, darling.

[ Man ] Make it snappy, will ya?

- Is she going out again?

- Yeah, we're going to that Legion party.

I want to get the Legion

to back us to Atlantic City.

But she's already been out all day.

Look, we got to get the financing done.

Now hurry her up, will you, please?

I cooked the supper already.

I'm terribly sorry, honey. It's very

important tonight. Is Bitsy all right?

He's all right.

I don't know whether I am or not.

- Don't you want your wife

to go to Atlantic City?

- Well, sure, but--

All right.

Give her a break then, will ya?

We're up against

a tough proposition here.

It ain't like this Miss America business.

They're loaded.

They got the backing of everybody.

Pullman drawing rooms, hotel suites,

limousines-- everything you can think of.

We're just getting started

with Mrs. America.

We got to hustle

for everything we get.

- Will Miss Mississippi

really have a limousine?

- You bet your life she will.

If we get the backing of the Legion

tonight, we'll have one too.

What we got to do is to get this thing

set before the finals next Saturday.

If we haven't booked

a sponsor before then, we're dead.

We won't have enough money to take us

to Memphis, much less Atlantic City.

- How many rooms?

- How many rooms where?

- In Miss Mississippi's suite.

- Oh, two, three. I don't know.

- Both ways?

- Both ways what?

Miss Mississippi's drawing room.

Open your mouth!

Come on, open it. Come on.

Mm.

Where's Mrs. Norris?

At the office?

Why don't you just deliver the mail

and save those jokes for your wife?

[ Door Closing ]

- Hiya, honey. How's Bitsy?

- Don't make any noise.

- No luck?

- We got half of it.

That's all they said they could afford.

We may have to take a swing

through that Delta country yet.

You still think you got a chance?

Oh, we'll make it all right.

No question about that.

Just that we'll have to

hustle a little harder, that's all.

He's asleep.

Did you give him the prune stuff?

Gave him the prune stuff,

washed the dishes...

mopped the kitchen,

darned three pair of socks.

- Oh, darling, I'm terribly sorry.

- Mm, I remember.

This seems like a lot of worry, but when

she's Mrs. America, you'll laugh at it.

She's gonna be one of the most

famous women in the United States...

and dough will roll in faster

than you can count it.

- How?

- Why, through personal

appearances, of course.

Nightclubs, radio, movies,

things like that.

No nightclubs in Senatobia

that I know of.

Maybe not, but there are

plenty of them other places.

New York, Chicago, Hollywood.

London, Paris, Rome.

And all this time I'm supposed

to be hanging out the diapers?

Why, certainly not.

You'll be right with her.

- Is that really the way you figure it?

- Why, of course.

Well, I'm gonna be

with her, all right...

but it's not gonna be in New York

or Paris or any of those other places.

I'm gonna be with her

right here in Senatobia...

in this very house

where we are now.

And if there are any more diapers to

be hung out, she's gonna hang 'em.

- What do you mean,Jeff?

- 'Cause you're not going anywhere anymore.

You have been scratched.

You are now the ex-Mrs. Mississippi.

What's he talking about?

- But what does it mean?

-Just what it says.

What I wired

the National Committee this afternoon.

But,Jeff--

That due to very

unusual circumstances...

our marriage wasn't legal....

and you are no longer

eligible for the contest.

You mean it means

we're not married anymore?

It does.

Darling, how wonderful!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the winner...

and new state champion...

Miss Mississippi!

- [ Fanfare ]

- [ Applause ]

Here, hold this, will ya?

[ Wolf Whistle ]

Thank you.

- Do you know her?

- Yeah. My fiance.

- Oh, I beg your pardon.

- That's all right. Go ahead and look.

I got to get used to it sooner or later.

There's your mommy.

There's your mommy.

Wave to your mommy.

Wave to your mommy.

[Jeff] That's it.

Wave to your mommy.

Well, I guess we can

send theirs back.

- Who's next?

- Next--

Mr. and Mrs. Hector C. Woodruff,

Lannhasset, Long Island, New York.

- Oh, I remember-- a 1 0 and five ones.

- Now which were they?

Oh, don't you remember that gabby couple

that came down from New York?

- Talk, talk, talk all the time.

Nothing but talk.

- Of course.

He helped her in, helped her out,

helped her back in the car...

hugging and kissing

and talking all the time.

Yakety-yak-yak-yak-yak.

[ Whistle Blows ]

[ Train Whistle Blows ]

[ Bell Clanging ]

- Hello, dear.

- Hi.

- [ Man ] Hello, Katie.

- Hi.

- Hot in town today?

- [ Sighs ] Terrible.

Madge called today.

From Peekskill.

What'd she have to say?

Oh, nothing much.

I spent a night in Peekskill once.

Book of the Month came today.

## [ Big Band ]

What was it?

- What was what?

- The book this month.

Oh. I don't know.

I haven't opened it yet.

## [ Latin Romantic ]

Remember that?

What is it?

- Don't you remember that night

in the Latin Quarter?

- No.

Sure you remember. The night

we got mixed up with all those Texans.

We all got higher

than kites, remember...

then we moved the party on up to

my place and kept it going for two days.

Don't you remember?

- No. And you know why not?

- Why?

That wasn't me

with you that night.

Oh. No?

I've never been in

the Latin Quarter in my life.

I could have sworn it was you.

Barbara, probably.

If it wasn't you,

I don't remember who it was.

Or that girl with those wonderful,

big gums. What was her name?

Why do you keep saying that? Her gums

weren't any bigger than anybody else's.

Or maybe it was Frankie.

I don't even know a Frankie.

Wasn't that her name? That fat one

you picked up at a bus stop.

Francesca.

And she wasn't fat either.

She looked like a bag

full of watermelons.

Cut it out, will ya?

Well, anyway...

that's the piece they

kept playing that night.

- [ Man Singing in Spanish ]

- Where you going?

To get the book.

[ Singing Continues ]

Monday?

I'll be there, baby.

Tuesday?

Look for me, sweet stuff.

Wednesday?

If I can wait.

Thursday?

Thursday. Mmm.

Friday?

Friday.

Saturday?

Fat, my eye.

[ Latin ]

[ Big Band ]

[ Giggling ]

It's a big one this month.

What is that burning?

Just another one

of those sucker ideas.

- Well?

- Oh, I guess so.

- Who's next?

- Next--

Mr. and Mrs.

Frederic S. Melrose...

- Dallas, Texas.

- Ah, now there's a fellow I really liked.

- Twenty-five dollars.

- Yeah, he was a wonderful fellow.

He must be worth a zillion.

Freddie?

Darling, that place

you go to in New Orleans--

- That's right, New Orleans.

- Is it fun there?

[ Chuckles ]

Do you mean for me?

No. I mean nice restaurants

with music and dancing, like that.

Oh, I imagine so.

I never tried it myself.

- Now, don't you ever

go out in the evenings?

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