One Night in the Tropics Page #3

That's sweet of you, Steve,

but after all, you know,

this isn't Mother's Day.

If you send any more flowers

we'll have to move out.

That's all right. You're welcome.

I'm sorry, Miss Fitzgerald.

Mr. Harper is out.

I'll just come in and wait. I'm

sorry, I cannot allow you to come in.

But please, Miss Fitzgerald!

Oh, darling, you want to play.

Oww! Ooh!

You're just more than welcome.

Oh, I can hardly wait until

this evening. Is that so?

Oh, h-hello, Mickey.

Phoning the big moment?

Oh, no, no, not at all.

I'm just talking to my laundry.

- Oh, well, don't let me interrupt.

- Uh, hello.

Now, wait a minute, darling.

I've got Aunt Kitty all soothed

and ready to talk to you.

Now, just a minute.

Aunt Kitty!

Hello.

That'll be all for today.

That'll take care of...

Look...

Aunt Kitty is perfectly

reconciled to our being married...

and she'll soon love you

just as much as I do.

No, no, please... Uh...

I don't think today I'll have time

to go over the list with you.

Look, th-this thing can't...

This thing can't

go on forever, you know.

Everything I've been sending out

hasn't been coming back.

Yeah... Look...

Uh, fully five pairs

of socks are missing,

a dozen handkerchiefs,

three towels.

Five, three,12.

What are you counting for?

The man you're engaged to is a May 12

lunatic, and a dangerous one at that!

Scum!

Hello? Hello?

Sorta hung up.

Funny people, those laundries.

She has a very pretty voice, your

laundry. Yes, she has... How do you know?

A man who leads a double life

shouldn't have two telephones.

Mickey, I got a lot

of things to do today.

Listen. I'm not leading

a double life anymore.

It's double only in that from Saturday on

I won't be single. I'll be double.

I mean, I'm gonna get married!

Poor Stevie. Always the dreamer.

You will not be married

on Saturday, because I love you.

And I'm going to keep on loving you

until I don't love you any longer.

If you marry anybody, it'll be me,

because if you don't marry me...

you'll have too many broken legs

to marry anybody else.

So you can get your laundry back on

the phone and tell her she's all washed up.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Son.

Hello, Doc. I sold so many

policies, I finally convinced myself.

Look at that.

That'll step up your liver.

There's nothing the matter with

your father's liver. You pass 100%.

Good.

Whew! $100,000!

There's nothing like having

a go-getter for a son, eh, Doctor?

That's right, Mr. Moore.

What kind of a policy is it?

Love insurance.

Life insurance.

That's good. Congratulations.

Not life insurance. This is

something new. Love insurance.

Yeah... Uh... Love? Love?

- Did you... Did you say "love"? L-O-V-E?

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