Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #3

- I'm here on business.

- How's your wife?

- She's fine, thanks.

- And Bertha?

She's fine, too.

Married to a dairy farmer in Boise.

- Got four children. All girls.

- Good for Bertha.

- Sit down, won't you, and have some tea.

- No, thanks.

I've got a lot to do.

Only dropped in for a second.

Certainly makes me feel good

to meet somebody...

from our neck of the woods.

Say, this is quite a city.

Every night's Saturday.

Annie, you haven't changed a bit

from the little girl...

who used to go running in and out

of the house.

- I'd have recognized you in a minute.

- That's the nicest thing you could say.

I did recognize you.

Only saw your picture

on your husband's desk...

and recognized you right off.

He's a good-looking fellow.

What were you doing with my husband?

You know, Beecham is on the other side

of the river...

and it was always incorporated

in Brender County...

...between 1936 and now,

you're not legally married.

Why, that's terrible.

It's nothing.

I gave your husband his $2 back...

and you don't lose a cent

on the whole thing.

- You just get married again.

- I should hope so.

Mother, don't get excited.

It's really nothing, Mrs. Krausheimer.

Nothing? How does it look?

Don't worry, David will do all right

by your little girl.

- How do you know?

- Because David's already called up...

and wants us to have dinner for two

at Momma Lucy's.

- He'll marry me tonight.

- I hope so.

Can I drive you somewhere?

Thanks, Mrs. Krausheimer.

I'd appreciate it.

Give my love to Bertha

and those four girls.

Thanks. And goodbye, Annie.

I do hope everything will be all right.

- Mother, what are you talking about?

- You call me up if anything happens.

- Lf nothing happens.

- Don't worry, darling.

Goodbye.

Lily?

You know that little bolero suit

that's hanging in the closet?

I was married in that suit,

and I want to wear it tonight.

- Isn't that wonderful?

- You know that better than I do, ma'am.

Get it, Lily.

Inhale, Mrs. Smith.

I can't understand anything hanging

in a closet...

shrinking so much.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Mrs. Smith's here.

Hello, darling.

I thought you weren't going to buy

any more new clothes.

You look kind of cute.

I can't wait to see Momma...

- Do you think we'll get the same table?

- Sure.

It'll be covered in a checkered tablecloth...

and there'll be a candle

in an old Chianti bottle.

And Rosa, the fortune teller.

You know,

I even love the smell of the place.

Either our noses have changed...

or they've built a livery stable

around here somewhere.

It's not exactly Chanel No. 5. Let's go in.

The place has changed a little.

Customers.

Is Momma Lucy here?

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