The Seven Year Itch Page #2
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No dogs, no children,
just two interior decorators.
And you, and of course, me.
- You all right?
- Oh, sure, fine.
Well, good night.
Good night.
Well, now.
Maybe I should have
asked her in for a drink.
Make her feel at home.
After all, we're one big family here.
Oh, no, no.
I've got to get to work
on the Brubaker book.
I'm gonna talk to him
about it tomorrow, so I better.
Of Man and the Unconscious,
by Dr. Ludwig Brubaker.
Some title.
We'll have to soup this one up,
that's for sure.
Ten o'clock.
Helen's not gonna call till 10:00.
I hope this thing
keeps me awake till 10:00.
Chapter three:
"The Repressed Urge
in the Middle-Aged Male.
Its Roots and Its Consequences."
Helen has a lot of nerve
calling me at 10:00.
It shows a definite lack of trust.
What does she think I'm gonna do?
Start smoking? Get drunk?
Or tattooed? Charlie...
Big, green dragon.
I bet she thinks I'll have
girls up here.
That's terrible.
Seven years we've been married.
I've never done anything like that.
Don't think I couldn't have either.
Because I could have, plenty.
Plenty.
Don't laugh, Helen.
I happen to be very attractive
to women.
You're attractive to me,
but I'm used to you.
This isn't a thing one likes
to tell his wife...
...but women have been throwing
themselves at me for years.
That's right, beautiful ones,
plenty of them.
- Name one.
It's hard just offhand,
but there have been plenty of them.
You asked for it.
Take my secretary, for instance.
To you, she's just Miss Morris,
Ten fingers to type my letters.
Well, let me tell you.
- Did you type this letter?
- Yes, Mr. Sherman.
There are six errors
in the first paragraph.
What is the matter with you?
- What's the matter with you?
- I'll tell you what's the matter.
I'm in love with you.
I have been since the day I came here.
Deeply, madly, desperately,
all-consumingly.
And to you I'm nothing,
just a piece of furniture.
Ten fingers to type your letters with.
Mr. Sherman, take a look at me.
I'm a woman, do you hear?
With flesh and blood
and nerves and feelings!
I'm in love with you.
I need you, I want you. I want you
That will be all, Miss Morris.
You remember that torn shirt, Helen?
Now you know how it happened.
It got torn at the laundry, that's
how it happened. What an imagination!
You don't realize this
about women and me:
I walk into a room
and they sense it.
I bother them.
It's a kind of animal thing I've got.
It's quite extraordinary.
The only extraordinary thing
is your imagination.
Last winter when I had
my appendix out...
...do you remember the nurse?
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