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if all you stood for...

was to get muddied up over some haggling

over constitutional legalities.

Don't make the mistake

of treating this like some, uh...

freshman debate on civil liberties.

Some guys have tried that.

One guy tried it.

He did great for that day.

In fact, he got applauded

by the f***ing stenographer.

Well, he ain't earned jack sh*t since!

And neither has the stenographer!

Now, how about a little cooperation here?

I will explain it very clearly and simply.

I will never, ever,

under any condition, testify.

You have been subpoenaed to testify.

We paid for your flight and the room.

Nonetheless, tomorrow I'm going to speak

to the conference for world peace.

It's true that your subpoena

coincides with that date...

but it won't prevent me

from speaking at the conference.

And, Senator...

if I had intended to go fishing tomorrow...

your subpoena wouldn't prevent me

from catching fish...

or at least trying to catch fish.

Trying to catch fish.

Well, you ignore a House subpoena,

my friend...

and, uh, that'll be about the last thing

in the world you do.

And, oh, by the way,

yes, from what I understand...

you've refused to let anyone

make copies of your work.

Now, why is that?

I mean, you know, if something

were to happen... God forbid...

that would all go astray.

Professor, see you tomorrow morning,

bright and early.

I'm afraid you're gonna have to let the, uh,

peace conference slug it out for themselves.

You know, there's nothing

to worry about anyway.

There ain't anybody

gonna go pressing any buttons.

We've all got too much invested.

Just think of the real estate.

Good night.

Hey, mister. How much are your balloons?

- Three for a buck, lady.

- Ooh! I'll take three.

- Hey, miss.

- Yeah?

We got a special on the candy.

It's free to all the pretty girls today.

- Oh, wow. Thanks.

- Yeah.

Furillo, National League batting champion...

comes through with another hit,

a single through the middle.

Campanella scores.

The ball is picked up by catcher Berra.

Meyer's at third.

Hodges slides. He's called out!

Kress is through

with a booming double with two men on.

May I ask, ma'am, what sort of movie

this is you're making?

Who... Who is it you're playing, ma'am?

I play this girl.

She's a what, not a who.

She's just a figment

of this guy's imagination.

He imagines me hanging around

the place, you know?

I spend the entire movie

in the kitchen or in the bathtub...

or having my skirt blown up...

around my f***ing ears.

Hey, sweetheart. Get your ass over here.

I've been out there since before midnight.

Eighteen, fast.

Hey, look what she's got!

- I think it's a watch!

- Let me see it.

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