Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #2

You follow me, don't you?

Yes.

We in Beecham found out...

we had no right to be incorporated

in Brender County...

because from the other side

of the Bass River...

we belong in Nevada.

Yes, well.

We just found out...

that anybody who got married

between 1936 and now...

with an Idaho license in Nevada...

well, it isn't legal.

What do you mean?

I don't want you to be frightened,

or upset, or anything.

But there's been a kind of a mistake.

You're not legally married.

What's that?

You really are married and everything.

But there's a little technicality.

It's perfectly all right, you understand...

common law and everything.

But we figured...

in case of deaths and wills and births...

you know, children...

we figure it'd be better

if everybody kind of got married again...

just to be on the safe side.

And the Chamber of Commerce...

is sending me around to everybody

to tell them.

And we give you your $2 back.

You can use it to get another license.

Kind of funny, isn't it?

Yeah.

I've been doing this two weeks now,

just in New York.

A lot of couples came to New York.

I had a hard time locating them.

I guess I'll be going now, Mr. Smith.

I hope you don't hold this

against Beecham.

- It really wasn't our fault.

- No, not at all.

Is that your wife?

Was she Annie Krausheimer?

Yes. She lived right across from Beecham.

That's how we happened

to get married there.

- Did you know her?

- Did I know her?

She and my kid sister used to go running

in and out of the house all the time.

I remember like it was yesterday.

I can't get over that.

I guess she's changed some?

She's changed a little.

She once chased a dog-catcher

half a mile with a baseball bat.

She hasn't changed

as much as you would think.

Sure is a fine-looking woman.

Tell her I was asking for her, will you?

- Old Harry Deever. She'll remember me.

- Indeed I will. Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

- You can find your way out?

- Yes. Thank you.

- Yes, Mr. Smith?

- Get me my home.

Hello, dear. Yes, darling.

Where do you think I'm going to take you

for dinner tonight?

No.

Momma Lucy's.

Honey!

I didn't even think you remembered

the name of the place.

We haven't been there

since before we were married.

I love you.

You want to pick me up here about 6:00?

Bye, darling.

Driver, I'll get off here.

- Dear, I must be going.

- All right, mother, dear.

Mr. Harry Deever.

He says you remember him

from across the river in Beecham.

Yes. Show him in, Lily.

- Harry Deever?

- Bertha Deever's brother.

- Harry Deever, this is quite a surprise.

- Hello, Annie.

Hello, Mrs. Krausheimer.

- I didn't know if you'd remember me.

- What are you doing in New York?

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