All That Heaven Allows Page #5

[Doorbell Ringing]

- Hello, Cary!|- Hello, Sara.

I dropped by to invite you for dinner|tonight. Mona and Mark are coming.

Mona?|- I know, but I owe them a dinner.

Besides, Mona can be amusing|unless you happen to be her target.

I suppose I should say yes. I haven't|been out since harvey left town.

But mona...|I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

You can't sit around here|with nothing to do.

You should at least|get a television set.

- Oh, no!|- Why?

Because it's supposed|to be the last refuge for lonely women?

That's very sweet of you,|but I don't want a television.

All right, but I've already spoken|to the local television man about you.

[Doorbell Ringing]

- You really should get one...|- Excuse me.

- Hello.|- Hello.

I was just going to drop in|on some friends of mine.

I thought you might like|to come along.

Well... won't you come in?

Thank you.

They'll probably ask us|to stay for dinner.

I have a guest right this minute.|Could you wait?

Cary?|- Yes, Sara?

- Mrs. Warren, this is Mr...|- Kirby.

How do you do? I can't stay.|I'll see you tonight.

Would you be terribly disappointed|if I didn't come tonight?

Of course not! I understand if you're|not in the mood for Mona's gossip.

- We'll make it next week. Bye.|- Good-bye, Mrs. Warren.

You are coming.

Well... Yes.

It'll be cold by the time we get back.|Better take a warm coat.

[Horn Honking]

Hey, Mick!

I'll be right back.|Hey, Mick!

[Car Door Closing]

- Hi, Ron.|- Hi.

[Laughing]

[Laughing Continues]

[Ron] Hi!

- I'd like you to meet Mick and Alida.|- How do you do?

- Hello.|- Hello, Cary.

What a nice surprise.|Come on upstairs.

- You're just in time for the clambake.|- Good!

- Come on in.|- Thank you.

- It's a little chilly in here.|- I'll have a fire in a moment.

I'll take your coat.

- Say, Ron, why don't you start it?|- Okay.

I'll make an anderson special, a talent|I developed on the ulcer circuit.

Freely translated,|the advertising business.

You wouldn't believe it,|but he was once a v.i.p. In New York.

No, you're the one that taught him|to be a very independent person.

The only thing he ever taught me was|how to open a wine bottle with my teeth.

To hear them tell it,|you'd think they spent the war...

crawling from|wine cellar to wine cellar.

[Ron] We did!|- Make cary comfortable, will you, Ron?

All right.|Sit down, Cary.

- What did you say about me outside?|- When?

When he looked at me|and laughed.

I told him you had the prettiest legs|I'd ever seen.

- Here is the Anderson special.|- Oh, it's heavy!

Put the cauldron on the fire,|will you, old man?

- You're in for a shore dinner.|- Hope you like it.

- I do.|- Good!

- Here you are, Cary. Alida.|- Thank you.

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