The Man Who Came to Dinner Page #2

- Trapped like a rat!

I beg your pardon, Mrs. Stanley.

Have the cigarettes come?

They're on their way.

My son went for them.

Mind if I move this chair?

- You mean he's coming out now?

- He is indeed.

June. June, Mr. Whiteside's

coming out.

Sarah? Bring me a glass of the calf's

foot jelly I made for Mr. Whiteside.

Oh, I'm so excited,

I don't know what to do.

- Oh, me too.

- Thank you, Sarah. Thank you.

- Good morning, Dr. Bradley.

- Good morning.

Well, here we are, merry and bright.

Bring in our little patient, Miss Preen.

Good morning, Mr. Whiteside.

I'm Mrs. Ernest Stanley.

- Remember? And this is my husband.

- How do you do? I hope you're better.

Thank you. I am suing you

for $ 150,000.

How's that? What?

I said that I am suing you

for $ 150,000.

You mean because you fell

on our steps, Mr. Whiteside?

Thomas E. Dewey

will explain it to you in court.

Why are you standing there

like the kiss of death?

Oh, my calf's foot jelly.

Made from your own foot,

I have no doubt.

Mrs. Stanley, there are a few matters

to take up with you.

Since this corner druggist

at my elbow...

...tells me that I shall be confined

to this moldy mortuary...

...for at least another 10 days...

...due entirely to your stupidity

and negligence...

...I shall have to carry on

my activities as best I can.

I shall require the exclusive use

of this room...

...as well as that sewer

you call the library.

I want no one to come in

while I'm in this room.

What do you mean, sir?

But we have to go up those stairs

to get to our rooms, Mr. Whiteside.

- Isn't there a back entrance?

- Why, yes.

Well, then use that.

I shall also require a room

for my secretary.

There'll be a great many

incoming and outgoing calls...

...so please do not use the telephone.

I sleep until noon

and must have quiet until that hour.

There'll be five for lunch today.

Where's the cook?

- Mr. Whiteside, if I may interrupt...

- You may not, sir.

Will you take your clammy hand

off my chair?

You have the touch

of a love-starved cobra.

And now, will you all leave quietly,

or must I ask Miss Cutler...

...to pass among you

with a baseball bat?

- Now, look here...

- There is nothing to discuss, sir.

Considering the damage I suffered,

I'm asking very little. Good day.

- I'll call you from the office later, Daisy.

- Not on this phone, please.

- Here is the menu for lunch.

- But I... I've ordered lunch.

It'll be sent up to you on a tray.

I'm using the dining room for my guests.

Where are those cigarettes?

Why, my... My son went to get them.

I don't know why... Here, Sarah,

here's the menu for lunch.

- I'll have mine on a tray upstairs.

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