Under The Yum Yum Tree Page #2

- And that bathroom!

- Liverwurst and pickle sandwiches.

There's a nice combination

for a man with a peptic ulcer.

Shaving cream and old razor blades

every which way, and old...

Excuse me, please.

- Who's that?

- A friend of Miss Wilson's.

- Helping her move.

- That poor, dear sweet thing.

I want to go and say goodbye to her.

Hogan sure gets a nice turnover here.

Move one out, move another in.

Beats the heck out of marriage.

- Find a nice place to live?

- Yes, the faculty dorm. Very nice.

Well, bye. Sure going to miss you.

Hey, Dorkus. A beautiful morning, huh?

It's 2:
30 in the afternoon,

for your information.

So it is. Well, it's all a question

of metabolism, you see.

Some of us are day people,

and some of us are night people.

The mind shudders at what you do

with your nights in this place.

Literally shudders.

Is that your breakfast?

I feel sorry for people

who don't drink, Dork,

because when they get up in the morning,

that's as good as they're gonna feel all day.

Hey, say, did Irene happen to say

what time she was... All right.

What time she was moving her things out?

- I want to see her before she goes.

- Well, you'd better hurry.

- She's over there loading up right now.

- Already?

Anybody home?

Well, hi, there.

I was wondering

if you were going to say goodbye.

Say, now, you didn't think

I was going to let you walk out of here

without even a fare-thee-well, did you?

Is that what you think of me?

- Of course not.

- I was just waiting for the right moment.

You know,

it's kind of awkward saying goodbye.

- Yes, I know.

- Here's the last of the jonquils.

- The window box is empty.

- Last of the jonquils.

Well, it's somehow fitting.

Don't pull that unhappy

bloodhound look on me, Hogan.

I'm really touched.

Hey, you're not really seriously taking

this thing with you, are you?

I love this thing. He's dear and sweet.

Look at that face.

I'm gonna take him with me everywhere

to remind me of a beautiful relationship.

You're taking this kind of lightly,

aren't you?

Hogan, it's over.

So why don't you be a big boy

and just stop talking it to death?

Yeah, well, aren't you the least bit upset?

There's no remorse?

- No.

- No little festering acrimony?

- Just a teeny weenie bit?

- None.

You'd walk out of here

as if nothing ever happened?

Self-protection, darling.

Every woman has a little bit of it

hidden away in her hip pocket.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean you're not mad?

- For heaven's sake, I told you, I am not mad!

- Don't get sore.

I just didn't realize

how little I meant to you, that's all.

You meant a great deal to me.

I was pretty much of a wreck

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