My Favorite Wife Page #8

Nick, I'm waiting.

In a minute.

- What were you saying?

- I was saying, Timmy's just like you...

...obstinate, jealous, but adorable.

- I feel sorry for the woman who marries him.

- Why?

Because he's a heartbreaker, like you.

Go on, I'm one of the most faithful

husbands that ever lived.

With a wife in every room.

Nick, I'm waiting!

- Are you gonna tell her?

- Sure.

- Well, when?

- Right now.

Of course, it's gonna take tact and delicacy.

She's waiting.

Well, all right, here I go.

Oh, you Casanova, you.

And then we drove all night.

All night!

And when we got home,

he didn't even tell the children.

Oh, Mother, he just ignores me!

What?

I don't care what Father did!

I've never been so humiliated.

I'm not going to stand it another minute.

I'm going to leave him!

Well, I don't care what you say!

I'm going to leave him!

Mother, I'll call you back.

How is your mother?

Your mother's quite nice

once you get to know her.

Do you love me?

Why, Bianca, you're one

of the most attractive girls I know.

I'm your wife!

When I think of how I shopped all afternoon

until I was exhausted...

...hunting a surprise for you,

and you won't even put it on!

Oh, no, Bianca, please.

I'll put it on.

Now, stop. Bianca, I'll put it on right now.

I'll put it on, Bianca.

No, please, stop crying.

Look, Bianca.

Look, Bianca, I'm putting it on.

Please, stop crying, Bianca.

Look. There. There now, I've put it on. See?

Playing up to that Southern snip

just as if I weren't there.

In the name of heaven, tell me,

what's wrong with me?

Oh, Bianca, there's nothing wrong with you.

Believe me, under other circumstances...

Well, who knows?

Oh, no. No, Bianca, please, stop crying.

Now, please, let me explain.

Now, let me start from the beginning.

Now, once there was a man who met a girl.

He'd been living alone for quite some time.

Well, he told the girl he loved her,

and naturally, he married said girl.

- Now in...

- What are you trying to say?

Just this.

Bianca...

- Doorbell! That's for me. I'll be right back.

- Well...

I'll be right back.

- Mr. Arden?

- Yes?

I'm Johnson of American Life

and Accident lnsurance.

- Come right in, Mr. Johnson.

- Oh, thank you.

- I'm sorry to be intruding at this hour.

- Not at all. Not at all.

I don't suppose you remember me,

but I met you at the Kiwanis get-together.

- Oh, really?

- The big one. Fourth of July last.

- I made a speech that day.

- How nice.

- I'm sorry to drag you out of your bed.

- Not at all. Glad you came.

Oh, delightful.

- This will only take a minute.

- Sit down. Stay a while.

Well, thank you.

What can I do for you?

Mr. Arden, have you received

any communication from your first wife...

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