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I guess I could.

I have to check in my room, drop this off.

Fine, fine. Let's meet at the ski dock

in five minutes?

- Five minutes?

- Unless you can make it sooner.

- Mr. Hathaway.

- Yes?

Exactly where is North Point?

- Are you sure you need lessons?

- Oh, yes, yes.

Thought you'd wipe out for sure that time.

Guess I was lucky.

- Sure is a beauty.

- Yes, isn't he?

- Somebody you know?

- Not yet.

What are you tryin' to do?

Anything else I can teach you?

So then what happened?

I was teachin' her to keep her balance

and then this hot boat goes by.

She starts doin' stunts like she

was born and raised in Cypress Gardens.

- Where may I ask did you get that?

- Nifty, huh? I knew you'd like it. 20 bucks.

- I never paid 20 bucks for a tie in my life.

- You did today.

Next time, let me pick 'em out.

It is my reputation.

And, boy, am I gonna have fun with it.

Tonight I'm double-dating with

a fellow millionaire, name of Jamison.

- Maybe you know him. He's in jammies.

- In what?

Jammies, those things girls wear that are

supposed to be nightgowns. He's in 'em.

- He wears 'em?

- No, he makes 'em.

- The jammies?

- Yeah.

He comes down once a year for the race.

He's won the last three in a row,

which is no wonder, considering

that boat of his. It must've cost a fortune.

I wonder if he's got more money than I do.

Anyhow, she's a big red job, you know,

and as she comes out of that water...

- That wouldn't be The Scarlet Lady?

- Yeah.

That's the boat Dianne put on the show for.

Oh, I've got it. She's after him too, huh?

As far as tonight is concerned, her little

prank of this afternoon came to nought.

Jammies Jamison and I

have made other plans.

- Straighten your tie anyway.

- Thank you. Make yourself comfortable.

Should you need anything, just call for

room service. Feel free to sign my name.

Oh, thanks. Get outta here.

- Hey, Mr. Jamison.

- Hi, Paul. Same as always, please.

JJ special, right? Got it waitin' for you.

Hey, Mr. Jamison,

I wanna ask you somethin'.

You've come in here for years.

My wife's been buggin' me.

She wants me to ask would it be possible

to get some Jamie Jammies wholesale?

- Hate to ask you, but...

- Your wife?

- Yeah.

- Sure!

Yeah, my wife, really. My wife!

- Really?

- Yeah.

Sure, Paul. I'll take care of it

as soon as I get back to New York.

As a matter of fact, we have a new item

that's coming out this year.

Well, it is so sheer, you don't know where

the jammie stops and the girl starts.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Forget it.

- Huh?

I got six kids already.

More I don't need, right?

Oh, yeah.

- How 'bout something in flannel?

- Flannel?

Yes, Miss. What'll it be?

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