Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House Page #5

MURIEL:

Thank you, dear.

They kiss briefly. Muriel starts to sip the coffee as Jim

goes to his chest of drawers. It consists of several rows of

small drawers above and large drawers below. Jim ruffles

through a couple of small drawers, pulls out a suit of

underwear, continues noisily and with some annoyance to look

through the other drawers.

MURIEL:

Looking for something, dear?

JIM:

(briefly)

My socks.

MURIEL:

Why don't you look in your sock

drawer?

JIM:

(with restraint)

That's where I found my underwear.

MURIEL:

Oh.

(brightly)

Well, try your underwear drawer.

JIM:

I'm in my underwear drawer.

He reaches in and holds up one of Muriel's silk slips.

MURIEL:

(sipping coffee)

Well, they must be somewhere.

(attempt at morning

cheeriness)

Socks just don't get up and walk

away by themselves.

JIM:

(strained patience)

Muriel, I thought the top two-and-a-

half drawers were to be mine! I wish

you'd tell Gussie --

MURIEL:

The closet! That's where they are.

We put them in the closet.

JIM:

Socks? In the closet?

MURIEL:

Well, there didn't seem to be any

room in the drawers...

JIM:

And there's so much of it in the

closet!

MURIEL:

...so Gussie and I decided that from

now on we'll keep them in a basket

on the shelf.

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