Monkey Business Page #2

- Why?

Sometimes there are things

more important than going to a dance.

Oh, the genius

at work again, huh?

I'm glad I'm a lawyer

and not a chemist.

- Where is he?

- He's in the kitchen.

I've got a few things

to say to him.

This has happened

just once too often.

Now, look here, double dome.

What's the idea of doing

something tonight...

you can do

just as well tomorrow?

I'll get you a drink.

You'll feel better.

Why can't you

be a genius before sundown...

and a human being afterward?

Because I never know in advance

when I'm going to be a genius.

Here's your drink.

You can't call off a date

at the last minute...

when your wife's got a new dress

and I've booked a table.

It just doesn't make sense.

No, I don't suppose it does.

What are you doing?

Nothing, dear.

I think you'd better sit down.

Huh? What for?

Do as I tell you,

and you'll see what I mean.

Cold?

I see what you mean.

And now neither one of you

are making sense.

No. I think

Mr. Entwhistle is disturbed...

because he can't take you

to the party tonight...

and dance all over your feet

as he did the last time.

I certainly didn't reserve

a table and order flowers...

just to look at your face.

I don't suppose you did.

Sit down, have your soup

while Hank drinks his drink.

And be careful. It's very hot.

Is it all right now?

I can only tell you,

Mrs. Fulton...

if you'd have been smart enough

to marry me instead of this...

you wouldn't be

in a kitchen cooking.

No? Where would

she be cooking? Mmm!

- Barnaby, did you burn yourself?

- I hope he did.

- Darling, I told you it was hot.

- Don't worry. He has no feelings.

Here, eat some bread. Quickly.

Darling, say something.

- Heat.

- I know. Blow on it.

Heat. Just ordinary heat.

I never thought of it.

Heat could make the formula

100% effective.

Darling, I think you solved

the problem for me.

- Do you really think so?

- I'm almost sure.

Hank, do you know

what just happened?

He burned his mouth.

No, silly. He just solved

our whole future.

If your whole future depends on figuring

out that a plate of soup is hot...

Hey, now, wait a minute.

Tell him, darling.

I've been promised a pretty good job

if I can make this formula work.

No more commercial assignments.

No more working on nonskid girdles

or noiseless popcorn bags.

- No fooling?

- Yes, a roving commission.

Select my own field of research.

Exchange ideas with professors all

over the world, including a percentage.

That's fine. It seems to me

a celebration is in order.

No reason to stay home

from the yacht club party now.

No. Except we're gonna stay home

from the Everett Winston party.

Everett Winston left town

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