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Morning, Professor Hamilton. Telegram.

- Thanks, Luke.

- Thought I'd bring it to the house...

...and not wait till you get to the college.

- Good idea. Nice day.

- Nippy. More snow in the air.

- Yes.

- Morning, professor.

- Good morning, Luke.

Morning.

- Fruit's on.

- Oh, Lucy.

Mr. Garroway's coming to see me

this afternoon.

- When he comes, please ask him to wait.

- He an eligible?

- Eligible what?

- You know what.

Is he between 25 and 40,

sound of wind and limb?

Oh, I should think Garroway's about 30.

- Well...?

- Well, what?

Can he support a wife?

After a fashion.

I should judge he has a rough

Ask a foolish question, get a fool...

Do you want your daughter

to be an old maid?

Nothing wrong with being an old maid.

"Nothing wrong with being an old maid."

Nothing right.

I'm afraid we'll have to leave that

up to Ann.

Now, don't go leaving it

up to her too long.

Men'll get tired asking her someday.

Even Professor Bangs'll get tired.

- If that ain't him now, I'll eat the doorbell.

- You're vicious this morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's...

- On.

Good morning, Lucy.

- Fruit's on.

- Good.

Rummy, get out of that lab.

Haven't I told you a thousand times

to keep out of there?

You come here, you old rapscallion.

You bunch of trouble.

Come here, Rummy.

- Hello, Lucy.

- Good morning.

Hello, Rummy.

- Hi, Ann.

- Rummy.

I thought I'd drop by

to walk your father to the college.

Stop lying, Joe.

You smelled Lucy's breakfast.

If you want the truth...

...I came to see if you looked as good

this morning as you did last night.

Oh, Joseph, not on an empty stomach.

Door's open, professor.

Cooling off the house.

Sorry. Didn't notice.

Always a little chilly

when I'm around Ann.

- Hello, Bangs.

- Morning, sir.

- Just gonna have breakfast. Join us?

- I don't mind if I do.

What are you gonna do some morning

when he says no?

- Faint.

- Well, a man in love...

...and being constantly frustrated has a

drain on his strength. Needs nourishment.

- Ann turn you down again?

- Resoundingly.

- Last night, 8:
00, Eastern Standard Time.

- Shut up, Joe. You do run on so.

- Sit there, Bangs.

- Thanks.

Can I reach Ann from here...

...in case I suddenly ask her again

and she says yes?

Don't fumble at me, Joe.

I wonder what Rummy wants in the lab.

Speaking of angels.

All right. Come on in,

you old spoiled thing.

Come on, Rummy. Come on.

Get up in your place. Get up there.

Get up there. Come on.

That's a good boy.

No, but, Dink, it's very mysterious.

Rummy used to hate the lab, and now...

Hey, Rummy.

What do you want in that lab?

You know, tetradite has a smell

in its earlier stages like fresh hamburger.

You mean, Rummy

might be eating tetradite?

But he might blow up.

He might blow us all up.

Go ahead, Rummy, I don't care.

Life has lost its savor.

In the meantime, I haven't got classes,

Ann. How about taking a walk?

No, you take a walk, Joe.

I gotta clean the lab.

Maybe you ought to give Bangs

a chance, Ann.

Hey, you. Lucy on my neck is enough.

Where I'm concerned, I guess

there just isn't any spark.

Well, Joe, if you must be banal,

that's right, no spark.

And where there's no spark,

there's no fire.

- No eggs, Lucy, dear.

- Eggs are ready.

Oh, not poached.

- Oh, please, not poached.

- Today, Friday.

Then they are poached.

Rummy, be ready and be quick.

I'm depending on you.

If you can eat tetradite,

you can eat poach...

Oh, poached eggs. That's different.

If you've got a guest,

you'll want a special dinner.

- He won't stay for dinner.

- What guest?

- A man.

- Alan Garroway.

Not Garroway.

I bet he comes in riding piggyback

on Henry Kaiser.

Not Kaiser. Just Garroway,

flying in from San Francisco.

Dink, you're joking. Not Garroway.

Why does everyone say, "Not Garroway"?

What's wrong with him?

You mean you don't know?

The young captain of industry.

The inventor of the famous

distance controller?

Ask a foolish question, get a foolish...

Is he married?

For full details on Mr. Garroway,

read practically any issue...

...of practically any magazine.

"Read your monograph on tetradite.

Taking this liberty.

Stopping by.

See you early this afternoon."

If I didn't know it before, I know it now:

I've got a famous father.

People come from all over the world

just to see you.

Garroway,

he's strictly big business, you know.

Smooth as patent leather.

Met him in Washington. Didn't like him.

You won't either.

Don't be too sure. Eggs are getting cold.

Sorry.

Pray for me.

Go to it, Rummy. Get going,

get going fast. Get go... And then...

...believe it or not,

he scooped up that fumble...

...and he ran 29 yards with it

before he was called back.

Lucy, I bet you wonder what I'm doing.

It's 6:
30.

Good gosh.

- Where does the time go?

- Oh, don't worry. He's still here.

He must be long-winded.

What does he look like?

There's nothing wrong with him.

Dinner's been ready for half an hour.

I've got to rescue Dink.

His stomach always begins to growl

before 6 and your lovely dinner.

I'm not worrying about my dinner

or your father's stomach.

Why hasn't your father

had you in there to meet him?

- What do I know about tetradite?

- Quit talking silly.

That's got nothing to do with it.

It certainly is taking Dink a long time

to brush him off.

- Okay.

- That's all you're gonna do to yourself?

- You're a mess.

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