Carefree Page #3

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He said he wanted to psychoanalyze you

on your bicycle.

Oh, so that's why we came.

I wouldn't mind being analyzed by him

on my bicycle.

Or on anything, come to think of it.

Well, well, what luck.

- None.

- Well, Tony, what a pleasant surprise.

Steve, can't you see that Dr. Flagg

wants to ride with me alone?

Oh, sorry, Tony.

Want to drop back here with me,

Aunt Cora?

All right,

if you don't try to amuse me.

Well?

Will you please tell me something?

Why were you suddenly

so unfriendly yesterday?

Quote, " Just another one of those dizzy,

silly, maladjusted females...

...who can't make up her mind,"

unquote.

Well, of course,

that was before I met you.

Well, I can forgive you

for saying I have no mind...

...but I'm afraid maybe you're right

about my being maladjusted.

We're never really afraid

of anything we understand.

That sounds as if it makes sense.

Of course, if we know the reason

for most fears, we can dispel them.

Very often,

fear is just a simple phobia:

Afraid of darkness,

afraid of great heights...

...afraid of marriage.

- You better put on your brakes, doctor.

- What?

It's getting steep.

Hey, look out.

Take it easy, doctor.

I can't.

Now, don't show off.

I'm not, my chain's broken.

Please, Miss Cooper, look out.

Doctor, are you all right?

Yes, I guess so.

You win.

- Shall you order now, Mr. Arden?

- No.

- We'll wait for Miss Cooper and Dr. Flagg.

- Very good, sir.

Is this one of your silent treatments,

doctor?

Trying to think of some mental

prescription that might induce dreams.

Here we go again.

I hate to be persistent,

but I'm trying to help you and Steve.

And I have to dream?

Well, it would simplify matters,

and it's possible to make you dream.

Well, I'll try anything,

if you can guarantee the dream.

Good.

I imagine women find Dr. Flagg

very charming, especially girls.

Why, Tony's a doctor.

Amanda's only his patient.

He's all wrapped up in his work, isn't he?

Then you'll eat whatever I order?

To paraphrase, doctor,

you're the doctor.

Behold the guinea pig.

Aunt Cora, Steve,

I'm on a diet to dream.

How marvelous. Who's the lucky man?

Miss Cooper is going to dream tonight

by eating dream-provoking foods.

Tomorrow I'll explain her dream

to her.

I'd eat anything if I thought

it would make my dreams come true.

May I recommend the filet mignon

smothered with mushrooms.

No, thank you. Miss Cooper

would prefer a seafood cocktail.

- Seafood cocktail.

- With whipped cream.

Seafood cocktail with whipped cream?

But not too much whipped cream,

just a soupon.

- Soupon.

- Next, I'd like a largish Welsh rarebit.

Instead of the seafood cocktail

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