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Good? Good, come on.

Sorry to keep you waiting all this time,

but I'm so excited about peace.

I've got one eyebrow halfway up my

forehead and the other behind my left ear.

Just a second. I'll be with you.

Well? How do you like me?

Or don't you?

Good.

Now, talk to me.

Tell me all about yourself.

Why'd you give them the slip up

at the hospital?

You don't like the place?

Surely you ought not to be there.

Come on. Answer me.

Cat got your tongue?

Make an effort.

I'm all right, really.

It's my speech. It's just nerves.

There, you see? You're doing splendidly.

Yes, I wasn't so bad then, was I?

I should say not.

You don't know what a job I have...

as a rule.

I can guess. I heard you up at that shop.

That old witch would scare anybody.

There's another thing.

I've lost my memory.

I don't even know who I am.

You mean...

I know who you are.

You're somebody awfully nice.

What did they call you at that place?

Smith.

It's not my real name.

- What's yours?

- Paula Ridgeway.

That's not my real name, either.

Look here, Smithy. You don't mind

if I call you Smithy, do you?

It can't be good for you up there

among all those poor souls.

You can't be happy.

And how are you ever going to get better

if you're unhappy?

Perhaps I shouldn't be very happy...

anywhere just now.

But, Smithy, the war's over.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

I'm just silly. Don't take any notice.

It's the day.

It's so splendid for most of us

and so sad for some.

Why did it have to be foggy and wet?

It should have been all sunshine

and golden day.

Never mind, Smithy.

We've met, anyway, haven't we?

Have you no friends,

no parents that you can trace?

Have you tried?

Some people

came to see me at the hospital...

but I wasn't their son.

I'll bet they were disappointed,

weren't they?

Yes, I think so.

I was, too.

I'd have liked to belong to them.

Smithy, you're ruining my makeup.

But how you do chatter.

Yes, I seem to have talked rather a lot.

That's me. I always bring people out.

Much too far, sometimes.

- Ridgeway.

- All right, thank you.

I've got to go and perform now.

Smithy, look...

I'll put your chair outside. Come along.

You can see the front of the stage

from here.

Just sit there and nobody will bother you.

I'll be back in a couple of shakes.

- You'll be all right, will you?

- I'm fine.

Sure?

Your head seems awfully hot.

- Paula. You're on.

- Coming.

I spoke to her father and asked,

"Could I marry Daisy?"

"Certainly you can," he says.

"Certainly. On one condition."

"Name it!" says I.

Says he, "Get married in the house

and after the ceremony...

"you leave by the back door."

"Leave by the back door?

Why would we do that?"

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