The Divorcee

Oh, please the first, huh? Say yes.

I won't let you go until you say yes.

Say yes, darling, say yes.

For the love of Mike, lady,

say yes so I can get out of here.

You're not eating a thing, Paul.

Buck up, there's nothing to worry about.

I'm not so sure.

I wish you'd have a look for them.

Right-o, Doctor.

I know right where she fishes.

It'll only take a minute.

- Well, for the love of Pete.

- No, for the love of Ted.

Where have you been and why?

Remember anything you say

will be used against you.

Answer yes or no.

I've already said yes.

Yes.

- Yes.

- Well!

Hope you don't mind?

Would it make any difference

whether I do or not?

No.

You rascal.

- I'm simply thrilled. Congratulations.

- Thank you.

Hey, customers.

Boy and girl take big leap.

Hear it and weep.

- Sorry, old man.

- So am I.

- It may be possible that...

- Oh, it's all right, let's forget it, Doctor.

Attaboy.

Well, aren't you gonna

congratulate me, Don?

Ted's the one I'm congratulating.

Lucky dog.

And to think that you brought us together.

My mistake.

Why, you're not suggesting

that your slightly shopworn emotions

were ever centered on me, are you?

And why not?

You're a fascinating wench, Jerry.

- Well, it's too late.

- Never too late to yearn.

You'll never die yearning.

Here we are.

Great Scott, I thought you said a drink.

Oh, it'll do you good.

- A place for the future bride and groom.

- That's awfully sweet of you.

Now, darling, I want you to eat something.

Here. You two have a pickle.

It's good for those in love.

- Mary?

- What?

You're not ever going to marry, are you?

- Is this a proposition?

- No, no. No.

Why not?

Of course, you haven't a moral

to your back,

but you're young

and good-looking and rich.

Millions for defense

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