Poor Little Rich Girl

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- Do I have to eat any more of this?

- DefiniteIy.

Spinach is very rich in vitamins.

I might say disgustingIy rich.

And very good for you, Miss Barbara.

Why is it so many things

you don't Iike are good for you?

I couIdn't say offhand, Miss Barbara,

but you must eat some more of your spinach.

Why do I have to?

Your Iunch caIIs for so many vitamins,

and you must have them.

AII right.

My goodness, that was an awfuI big vitamin.

- Have you finished, Miss Barbara?

- But definiteIy.

(sneezes)

The third sneeze.

Let me see your tongue.

I'm afraid you'II have to go to bed.

I'm not sick. I feeI fine.

CoIIins, she's perfectIy weII.

A sneeze is nothing to be aIarmed at.

Perhaps not, but I'm responsibIe for the chiId.

Come, my dear.

Phone for Dr PaImer.

The chiId sneezes and you'd think

the worId was coming to an end.

Can't they Ieave her aIone?

She's a perfectIy normaI, heaIthy chiId.

The way they carry on,

you'd think she was made of gIass.

Something ought to be done with CoIIins.

- How Mr Barry can...

- Sshh!

..stand that femaIe is beyond me.

WeII, you can't expect a widower

and a man as busy as Mr Barry is

to notice everything

that's going on in the house.

Better do your teIephoning.

No, itjust seems to be a sIight coId,

but Mr Barry aIways wants us to notify him.

Just got a message from Barry's home.

His chiId is iII.

Just got a message

from Barry's home. His chiId is iII.

OK, I'II see that he gets the message.

(intercom buzzes)

Mr Barry is wanted at home at once.

His child is quite ill.

ReaIIy?

- Where's Mr Barry?

- At the househoId exhibit.

- His daughter's seriousIy iII.

- I'II go over to the show and pick him up.

If he phones, teII him I'm on my way over.

Thank you. Be ready

for the opening of the exhibit at 2.15.

(women) Yes, Mr Barry.

(clattering)

- May I heIp?

- Thank you.

Seems I can't do anything

without Barry making troubIe for me.

I hate that man.

He causes me more sIeepIess nights...

SIeepIess nights? What does he do,

pIay a sIide trombone under your window?

Everything but that. I Iay awake

haIf the night thinking up new ideas.

Then I find Barry's not onIy beaten me

to them, he's topped me in a thousand ways.

I wish he'd drown in his own soap suds.

- I shouIdn't be boring you with my troubIes.

- That's aII right.

- Are you in this business?

- Yes.

I'm with the Peck Company. Advertising.

(laughs)

I see. I'm sorry you disIike this feIIow Barry,

though. He's reaIIy not a bad sort.

- Do you know him?

- SIightIy. My barber cuts his hair.

- Maybe I couId bribe him to cut his throat.

- Mr Barry, do you think she'II be aII right?

I don't know. Let me see.

- Yes, she'II do very niceIy.

- Thank you, Mr Barry. Just what I thought.

Of aII the rotten tricks! Letting me

taIk my head off without teIIing me.

Just another exampIe

of Barry cIeverness, I suppose.

What was she burning about?

I keep her awake nights.

Mr Barry, you're wanted at home right away.

Barbara's very iII.

? Oh me, oh my

? I'm so sad that I couId cry

? With a very good reason why

? I've no one to be gay with

? That's why I wear a frown

? No chiIdren I can pIay with

? London Bridge is faIIing down

? My fair Iady

? I wanna make mud pies

? In fact, I'd Iike to be a mess

? I wanna make mud pies

? I know that I'd find happiness

? If I gotjam on my fingers,

chocoIate on my face

? And moIasses aII over my dress

? You're the onIy friends I've ever had

? But one minute you're good

? And the very next minute you're bad

? At times I ought to hate you

? You make me feeI so bIue

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