Same Time, Next Year Page #4

a 1948 Studebaker,

a blond, three-piece

dinette set,

Motorola TV.

We go bowling

at least once a week.

I mean, what more

could anyone ask for?

But sometimes...

things get me down.

Oh, I don't know.

It's dumb.

I don't think

it's dumb.

You don't?

No.

You know, I can really

talk to you.

It's just amazing.

I find myself saying things to you

that I didn't even know I thought.

I noticed that yesterday right

after we met in the restaurant.

We had instant rapport.

Did you notice that too?

No, but I know

we really hit it off.

See, Harry's not much

of a talker, you know.

How 'bout your wife? Do

you two get to talk a lot?

Uh- Uh, Doris,

it's only natural...

that we should be curious about

each other's husband and wife,

but-but rather than dwelling on

it and letting it spoil everything,

why- why don't we-

why don't we do this?

I'll tell you two stories

about my wife-

one showing the worst side of her,

the other showing the best side of her.

You do the same thing about your husband,

and then let's Forget it.

Okay.

I'll go First.

I'll start with the worst side. Okay.

Phyllis knows about us. Oh, you

said that before. How could she know?

She's got this thing in

her head! Like a plate?

A plate? Oh, my uncle has one of those.

He was wounded

in the war,

and they put this steel plate in his head.

Now he says he can always

tell when it's going to rain.

I'm in big trouble, Doris. Why?

Because I find everything you

say absolutely fascinating.

Come on tell me about your wife's steel plate.

No, no, it's not a plate.

It's more like a bell. A bell.

I could be a million miles away. If I look

at another woman, it goes off like an alarm.

Oh, I see.

I just know that last night at exactly

1:
22 a.m., she sat bolt upright in bed...

with her head going ding, ding,

ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

How do you know

it was 1:
22?

Because I have peripheral vision,

and I noticed my watch said 4:47.

Oh.

Well, okay, now, tell me,

um, something nice about her.

Well... she made me

believe in myself.

It's probably hard for you to imagine this,

but there was a time I was very insecure.

How did she do that

- make you believe in yourself?

She married me.

Oh. Yes, well, that was

very nice of her.

Oh, no, no, no. I meant bolstering

you up and all, you know?

Okay, your turn.

Tell me the worst story first.

Okay. Um-

Ooh, this is hard.

To pick one?

No, to think of one.

See, Harry's the salt of the

earth. Everybody says so.

Look, you owe me

at least one rotten story.

Oh, okay.

Uh-

Well, I don't know. This isn't really rotten, but

- Okay?

All right.

Now, this was on

our fourth anniversary.

We decided that we'd have some

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes