Lover Come Back Page #4

I'm not married.

That figures.

What do you mean "that figures"?

Well, a husband

would be competition.

There's only room

for one man in a family.

Let me tell you something,

Mr. Webster.

I wish I were a man right now!

Keep trying.

I think you'll make it.

Oh! Despicable!

Millie, get me the phone

number of a Miss Rebel Davis.

She works at the Bunny Club.

Your trouble is you're still living

in the shadow of your father.

You're even afraid

to get rid of his old car.

You don't realize how

completely he dominated me,

ever since I was a little boy.

Just once, I spoke back to him.

He cut a switch from a tree

and gave me such a whipping...

In front of this girl.

It was

a shattering experience.

Pete, all kids get whippings.

But I was 25.

The girl was my fiance.

Hello?

Hello, you no-good,

double-crossing, low-down liar!

Rebel, honey,

what's the trouble?

There's trouble?

You promised me I was gonna

be the Miller Wax girl,

and now Mr. Miller says

there ain't even gonna be one!

Carol Templeton

surely was right about you.

Carol Templeton?

Are we in trouble?

When did you talk to her?

Oh, never you mind.

She wants me to go to

the Advertising Council

and tell them about

those parties you throw.

And I'm gonna do it!

Don't you go near the Advertising Council!

I'll be right over.

We're in trouble, aren't we?

I can handle it.

Now, see here.

As head of the agency,

I have a right to know.

Are we in trouble?

Yes, we're in trouble.

You shouldn't have told me.

Jerry Webster,

you get out of here!

Now, honey,

let's talk this over.

I'll do my talking

to the Advertising Council!

Sugar lump.

I am not your sugar lump!

And stop nibbling on me.

You've been promising to put me

on television for two years.

Baby. Baby.

You are not gonna nibble

your way out of this one!

I'm gonna tell that

Advertising Council plenty!

Okay.

Go ahead, tell them.

There isn't going to be any Miller

Wax girl, but also tell them why.

Tell them how I canceled

when I found out

they were gonna hide

that glorious figure

under a long gingham housedress.

That's like hiding a Rembrandt

under a dishtowel.

Tell them everything.

Tell them how I turned down, for

two years, sponsor after sponsor,

looking for the right product.

The perfect product

for you to represent.

Tell them I finally found one.

What is it?

Something.

Would've made you more famous

than Miss Rheingold and the

Schweppes man put together.

Well, what is it?

A brand-new product.

It's different.

It's exciting.

What is it?

Well, it's...

VIP.

VIP?

I was going to make you

the VIP girl.

What's VIP?

VIP?

It's the product that would have

brought you fame and fortune.

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