The Barefoot Executive

Well, I know I'm in trouble.

They both congratulated me.

Oh, well, don't worry. It's what

our big brass thinks that counts.

But what do they think?

There hasn't been a word

from New York. Roger!

- Yes, sir?

- Don't sneak up on me.

Get me New York.

They're lolling around there

in the lap of luxury.

We put on a new show.

The president of the network

doesn't call and tell me

what he thinks of it.

- Hi-line, Crampton, New York.

- Good boy. He gets right...

- What did you think of it?

- Oh, well, the...

- The audience liked it.

- Yes, they did.

But I'm still worried.

Uncle Francis, I think you

always over-worry our first show.

Is that what you think?

Well, let's hope

that's the case this time.

Yes, sir, here he is.

Hello, chief!

How'd you like the show?

Just fine, Wilbanks. Fine!

Is there somebody there with you?

Our sponsors are here.

They watched the show with me.

Oh, the sponsors are there. Well,

what did they think of the show?

They thought it was fine too,

just fine.

- How'd the showing go out there?

- Fine, just fine.

Several people laughed so hard

they fell off their chairs.

In fact, some of them

are still applauding.

Well, the ratings

will be out in the morning.

- They'll tell us the story, Francis.

- Yes, they certainly will.

- Good night, Francis.

- Good night, chief.

Cut!

Not now,

for heaven's sakes.

Ratings. That's all

they think about are ratings.

We get great audience response.

You heard them clapping yourself.

And they're worried about the ratings.

It's enough to give a man

nervous prostration.

You look a little pale.

Maybe I should get your pills.

Yes, I feel a little pale.

Get my pills.

Love that casting, Francis.

Love that casting!

Yeah, wasn't it good? The fellow

with the hat? Didn't you like him?

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