Send Me No Flowers Page #3

Are your affairs in order,|will made out, insurance paid up?

The I wouldn't tell you. Anything else|I can do for you, George?

Goodbye, Mr. Kimball.

See you in church!

Judy?|Yeah?

Come on, we're teeing off at 2:30.|- Just a second. - What are you doing?

Making George's sleeping pills.|- What are you, a pharmacist?

I'm a very smart wife.|You know George.

He's convinced he can't sleep|without a pill, but I know it's sugar.

And it works? - It has for 5 years.|You know something else?

When he takes two|he goes to sleep twice as fast.

That's a story for a medical journal!|- That'd ruin everything. - Why?

He reads it every week.|- Oh, no!

Hi, George.|- Hello, Arnold.

Ruth is flying to her mother's,|the kids are in camp, and I'm alone.

And unafraid.

What are you doing?|- Eating.

Nuts? George Kimball? Cholesterol?

What's the matter?|You seem kind of down.

Arnold, can I take you into my|confidence? - You can, George.

Well,|I've just heard some rather bad news.

You've got to promise to keep quiet.|I wouldn't want it to get around.

It's nothing that's going to|affect property values, is it?

No, I wouldn't think so.

That's a relief. What, then?

You know this little pain in my chest|I've been complaining about?

You mean your indigestion?|- Well, it's not indigestion.

No?

It's curtains, Arnold.

Curtains?

What do you mean, "curtains"?|- I just came from the doctor's.

He only gives me a few weeks to live.|- Oh, come on!

I don't believe it.|- It's true. It's the ticker.

Holy cow!

Are they sure?

I had Peterson,|the biggest cardiologist in the city.

Holy cow!

Gee, George,|I don't know what to say.

This is so sudden, you...

George, I...|I believe I better have a drink.

I'd like to have one with you,|if you don't mind.

Certainly not.

I'd like a martini.|- Same. Double.

George?|- What?

How are you going to tell Judy?|- Judy?

Oh, I'm not going to tell her. - No?|- No. I couldn't bear it.

She'd probably go to pieces,|all that weeping and wailing.

You know Judy. - Yeah, I remember|how she was when the dog died.

I don't mean there'd be a comparison.|This would be much worse.

You know what I mean.

Of course, Arnold.|- George, is there anything I can do?

Not as a lawyer, but as|your best friend. - I don't know.

Somebody has to|take care of the funeral details.

Do you want to do that?|- I'll do it.

I'll do it.

What's the matter with him?|- It's so nice to see you.

It's good to see you, George.

How is everything?|- Everything's just fine.

That's wonderful, wonderful.

Hi, Arnold. - Hi.|- Ruth get off alright?

Like a rocket.|- Good.

How are you, Judy?

What are you taking,|George's vitamin pills?

Dear, I want you to know you can|always count on me. - Thanks, Arnold.

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