Monkey Business

I'll fix you something to eat...

and call Hank and tell him

we're not coming.

- Did you telephone Hank?

- Mm-hmm. He wasn't in.

- I left a message.

- Oh.

Don't tell me you've solved

the formula already.

No. No, I've had my mind

on other things.

You've been looking forward to going

to this party for a month, haven't you?

Now, darling, we're not

even going to discuss it.

I know that.

I was just thinking.

It's queer about people.

What about people?

Through no fault of their own,

they get older.

- Now, that's a profound remark.

- No, they do get older.

- Something happens to them.

- Are you referring to me, Barnaby?

No, I was thinking of

the human race as a whole.

Pretty sad group.

Would you get me

some soup plates, darling?

If you don't think

the human race undergoes...

certain morbid changes

as it matures...

I ask you to recall the night

of the Everett Winston party.

I don't recall any

Everett Winston party.

Do you remember

our honeymoon?

- Of course I do, darling.

- I was hoping you would.

Well, the week after we got back

from our honeymoon...

the Everett Winstons

invited us to a party.

I'm sorry, darling,

but I don't remember going.

We didn't go.

We didn't?

Oh, yes.

Now I remember.

We stayed home.

Just like tonight.

You know, Edwina,

that's what I'm talking about.

We stayed home from that party

for an altogether different reason.

Tonight we're staying home

for an intellectual reason.

I remember we didn't want

to share each other with anyone.

You were so sweet.

Remember how the telephone

kept ringing...

for hours and hours and hours?

Remember?

I'll get it.

Aw. You see what I mean?

Tonight we're answering calls.

- Hi, Hank.

- Hi.

Say, what's this message

about not going out tonight?

- That's right.

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