White Christmas Page #7

Come along and let the wedding chimes

Bring happy times

For Mandy and me

- Wonderful!

- This will bring business in, Grandpa.

- Loved it!

- Was everything all right, really?

- All right? Wait till tonight...

- It was sensational!

Judy, was the tempo a little slow

for you right here, honey?

Mandy

There's a minister handy

Yeah, but you got to drive it there.

You've got to keep it flowing.

So listen, Mandy

There's a minister hand...

- Isn't that better?

- Yes, I can see that's... better.

That's much better.

Much, much better.

Mandy

There's a minister...

Mandy

There's a minister handy

- Anything wrong?

- No, I'm just restless.

- Anything on your mind?

- Just restless.

Maybe you'd sleep better

if you had something to eat.

No, honey, I'm not hungry.

Emma said she left some sandwiches

down in the snack bar.

- Judy, go to sleep.

- And some buttermilk.

- Good night, Judy.

- Good night.

They say if you eat something right

before you go to bed, it helps to...

- Judy.

- No, no,

it drains the blood from the head,

in case you're thinking of anything

or anybody or just anything.

All right. Fine, OK, swell.

I'll go and get something to eat.

Not because I want something to eat,

but because if I don't get something

to eat, you won't go to sleep.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Hi.

- Well, hello. What's doing?

- I couldn't sleep.

You're a little young for that route,

aren't you?

Well, I heard something

about sandwiches and buttermilk.

Sister, this is the place.

We is loaded here.

We got New England blue plate

or the Vermont smorgasbord.

Not as flashy as Toots Shor's probably,

but I think you'll

find the price is right.

- What'll you have?

- Anything.

Tell me what you want to dream about,

I'll know what to give you.

- What's that?

- I got a whole big theory about it.

Different kinds of food

make for different kinds of dreams.

Now, if I have ham and cheese

on rye like that,

I dream about a tall cool blonde.

Sort of a first sacker type, you know.

Turkey, I dream about a brunette.

A little on the scatback side,

but sexy, sexy.

- What about liverwurst?

- I dream about liverwurst.

- It's a little chilly in here, isn't

- it? I got just the spot for you.

Here, grab the cow,

- and we'll gather round the fire.

- All right.

Got a nice open-hearth job here

with some Vermont logs burning briskly.

- Isn't this nice?

- Wonderful.

- Glad you came?

- It's better than a picnic.

Why, certainly. No sand

or yellow jackets buzzing around.

I can't understand what's wrong with me.

I usually don't

have any trouble sleeping.

Well, you've come to the right fellow.

Here, sit down.

You know,

I have a theory about that, too.

- Would you like to hear it?

- Very much.

When I'm worried and I can't sleep

I count my blessings

Instead of sheep

And I fall asleep

Counting my blessings

When my bankroll is getting small

I think of when I had none at all

And I fall asleep

Counting my blessings

I think about a nursery

And I picture curly heads

And one by one I count them

As they slumber in their beds

If you're worried

And you can't sleep

Just count your blessings

Instead of sheep

And you'll fall asleep

Counting your blessings

Do you mind if I say something

just for the record?

Of course not.

I think what you're doing

for the general

is one of the most decent,

unselfish things I've ever heard of.

- No angle?

- No angle.

I want to apologize

for the way I sounded in Florida.

I guess I've always been

kind of a silly schoolgirl.

You know the bit, the lady fair

and the knight on the white horse.

Let me tell you something,

it's kind of dangerous

putting those knights

up on white horses.

- They're likely to slip off, you know.

- I think mine's here to stay.

That's sure good to know.

Makes a fellow feel a little shaky

to hold up there all alone

on one of those bleached chargers.

- Are you worried?

- Kind of.

If you're worried

And you can't sleep

Just count your blessings

Instead of sheep

And you'll fall asleep

Counting your blessings

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

I was just after a little something

for a sweet tooth.

I see you've beaten me to it.

You'll find the Vermont smorgasbord

very good, General.

- It'll make you sleep like a baby.

- Thank you.

So you know something?

You still haven't eaten anything.

I know exactly what

I'm going to dream about tonight.

Good for you.

Hold your fire, men. I'm coming through.

- Morning, Captain.

- Morning, General.

Looks like you're on active duty.

Yeah, Emma drafted me

for a few chores.

And I picked up the handbills

for the new show.

Look pretty good?

Well, that ought to bring in

quite a few guinea pigs.

You ever hook up with the fellows

in the horseshoe game?

No. No, I'm a little too young

for that sort of thing.

Figure a fellow ought to hold off

on horseshoes

till after the parade's passed him by.

That'll be some time, sir.

- You get it?

- Thank you.

Look, Bob, I still don't know too much

about show business and guinea pigs,

but in case you and Phil

are worried about the welfare

of a certain Vermont innkeeper,

you needn't be.

- His inn-keeping days are numbered.

- I wouldn't say that.

The percentage is gonna catch up

with the weatherman one of these days.

I've been watching those clouds,

and there's snow in them.

Those are cumulus clouds,

elevation 7,000 feet.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't be surprised

if it snowed overnight.

I want to tell you something

I haven't even told the womenfolk.

- I'm going back in the Army.

- Really?

- I've applied for active duty.

- Well, that's wonderful news, sir.

I got an idea they may try to palm off

one of those desk jobs on me,

but they'd better not.

I'm holding out for a training command

or something overseas.

When will you hear, sir?

I expect a letter

from Washington any day now.

Holy smoke, I'm really on the boil!

I got the mail right here,

and I think

there's a letter for you, General.

Yeah. Here it is, from Washington, too.

- It looks like the one.

- War Department, see?

I left my... My glasses are in my room.

I would like to read this by myself,

but I'm a little anxious.

- Read it, son, slowly.

- All right.

I'm starting to play

trombone a little, too.

Let's see if I can get focused in here.

- "Dear Tom, why you dirty old..."

- Skip that word.

"Certainly was a surprise

hearing from you.

Your amusing letter was appreciated

more than you imagine.

Of course, you've got plenty of time

to be amusing,

sitting on that porch, rocking away,

while we put in a full day's work.

You always were a lucky stiff,

and I envy you.

A few years more, I was saying

to Edie the other evening,

and I'll be able

to take it easy like old Tom."

Old Tom.

"Oh, well.

Some people have all the luck.

Everything's fine here.

Carol had the mumps..."

The rest of the letter

is about the family.

He's telling me that they can't use me.

No place for me.

We're not fooling each other.

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