Strangers When We Meet Page #2

Have you got a head, Peter?

Really, Larry. You knew

you had an important appointment.

A couple of martinis never hurt anybody.

They make me amorous.

You just think they do.

Martinis don't mix with s-e-x.

What's x-e-x?

Never mind. You just drink your milk.

Is it like Santa Claus?

In a way, son.

Is Daddy doing a house for Santa?

No, darling, he's doing a house for a writer.

I'm glad this is what you want, Larry.

I'm happy.

I think it's going to be very exciting.

- I'm glad.

- Guess what?

What, Peter?

- Guess.

- You lost a tooth?

No, but I wet the bed again last night.

You'd better be more careful, son.

This wasn't on my list.

That must be...

There was a slight mix-up at the market.

Between me and this gorgeous blonde.

- Really? Who?

- Patrick's mother.

Margaret Gault. Betty told me about her.

I hear she's very beautiful.

He drags me home from the party early.

He says he's tired.

So I get all set to watch television.

But not Felix.

He has to carry me upstairs

like a regular hero.

You know, I swear that man's got

one thing on his mind day and night.

It's getting so lately that I go out

to lunch so he won't come home for lunch.

I guess they're all alike, though.

Is Ken that way?

Yes, he's that way.

There are times

when my husband bores me stiff.

Does Ken bore you?

No, never. He's always very interesting.

Well, a girl like you.

You know, you're so beautiful,

sometimes I can't even stand you.

Old Octopus will be home for lunch soon.

I'd better get home.

- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wagner.

- Thank you.

- Thanks for the coffee.

- Sure.

- You get a chance, come on over later.

- Okay.

Hello?

You. How did you get my number again?

No. Never.

I'll call the police

if you don't stop calling me.

Margaret, shouldn't Patrick be home

by now?

Yes, he'll be home soon, Mother.

They keep them awfully long nowadays.

When you were...

If you'd rather not wait for him,

it's perfectly all right.

I'm sure he only gets in your way.

I love to have him with me.

In fact, I wish you'd let him stay all night

with me once in a while.

It gets awfully lonely

in the valley all by myself.

All by yourself, Mother?

Who was on the phone, dear?

Just one of the women. A neighbor.

Something wrong? You seem disturbed.

No, nothing's wrong. If you don't mind,

I've got a lot of things to do.

- If I can help in any way.

- It's a little late, isn't it?

- I'm interested. I simply want to...

- You're interested in me?

Don't judge me. I'm not to be judged by you.

I'm still your mother, you know.

- Yes, I know.

- Yes, Margaret, I am.

And I know a little bit more about life

and living than you might imagine.

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