Haunted Honeymoon Page #3

This way, please.

- Holy smokes. You grew up in this place?

- I learned to ride a bike in this room.

- He gives me the willies.

- Be nice to him. He seems strange but he isn't.

- What'll I talk about?

- Talk about a minute, that'll be enough.

Be very careful

of that magnificent vase on the landing.

There are only three like it

in the entire world.

Oh, what kind is it?

Twenty-five past seven.

- A little hard of hearing...

- What?

- A little hard of hearing. It comes and goes.

- What?

My fiance, she's a little hard of hearing.

- Come and goes, eh?

- Yes.

I'll remember that.

This way, miss!

This is gonna be some weekend.

Toby! Toby, shush!

Who is it? Who's there?

What? Pfister!

Why are these windows still open?

Do I have to do everything? Drunken sot!

Hold your horses! Where's Pfister?

Where is he? Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Who are you? What do you want?

This is just for the family. I don't know you.

Why are you looking at me?

What do you want? Are you selling something?

Oh, please, forgive me.

Is there any way I can help you, sir?

I'm Montego. My wife is Susan Abbot.

She should be here any moment.

I came from Philadelphia by train.

I believe the family's expecting me.

Won't you come in?

- Have you got any luggage, sir?

- Just this one case.

Oh, it's a large one, isn't it?

Would you like me to...?

I prefer to handle it myself, thank you.

Now if anything frightens you,

anything at all, you just holler.

- I'll be right down the hall, OK?

- OK.

Just practising.

I love you, cookie.

- See you in 20 minutes.

- OK.

Da-da-da

- Master Larry!

- Pfister, you do remember me.

- Of course. When did you get here?

- About 15 minutes ago.

If I'd known, I'd have greeted you.

Yes, that would have been nice.

Well, we can't have everything.

- Come along, you're in your old room.

- Oh, good.

- So what do you think, honey?

- Wow, what a snazzy little nook.

Rachel, Rachel,

you're a sight for sore eyes, baby.

Oh, Rachel...

- She usually plants a big, wet one on me.

- I do not!

She must be shy.

Rachel, I'd like you to meet a very old friend

of mine from school, Sylvia Beecham.

Pleased to meet you, Rachel.

Rachel, you look wonderful.

Not a day over seventy...

- three? Four? Seventy-five... Six. Oh, Rachel.

- You need a haircut.

Oh, same old Rachel.

Love you, baby, love you.

- Where's Larry?

- He's upstairs.

Come on, I'll take you

on the grand tour, huh?

Rachel, did you get the note

about the connecting rooms?

- What? What's that?

- I knew that would get to her.

If you don't mind me saying,

your uncle Francis is a strange man.

You're telling me.

He scared me to death as a kid.

- Is he still married?

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