Sitting Pretty Page #4

Of course you can.

She'll be all right.

You take sugar, don't you, Clarence?

Three lumps, please.

How are all the little irises

coming along, Mr. Appleton?

[ Chuckles ]

I must confess, I'm quite surprised to

find you and your wife here, Mr. King.

- Why?

- I just strolled past your house.

I felt sure you would

be at your own party.

Party?

[ Harry ] Not at our house.

Oh, yes, indeed.

The house was blazing with lights.

I could hear the music

halfway down the block.

As I went by,

I saw your guests dancing.

You and your Ginger.

[ Record player:

Swing ]

[ Continues ]

Oh. Hello.

We, uh... we didn't think

you'd be back so soon.

So it appears.

[ Boy ] Hi, pop.

We've been watching 'em dance!

You kids run upstairs to bed.

Go ahead.

Hurry up.

The idea, letting the baby out of bed

at this hour. Are you out of your mind?

Gosh, Mrs. King, I hope you're not sore

just because I invited a few friends.

[ Stops ] A person'd go

absolutely mad with nothing to do but sit.

If I were your mother,

heaven forbid,

I'd make it extremely painful for

you tossit for the next few days.

I think you'd better

have your friends...

gosh, Mr. King,

I feel so sorry for you.

She has a terrible

disposition, hasn't she?

[ Whistling ]

Oh.

[ Continues whistling ]

Well? Oh! [ Chuckles ]

What do you want?

Good morning, Mr. Taylor.

I was just admiring your bed of black

Iris. You keep away from my Iris.

I haven't forgotten yet what you said about

me and that girl from the florist shop.

I merely said... just "merely"

keep your mouth shut!

Well! Huh!

[ Exhales ]

Oh, good morning, Mr. Mcpherson. Mmm.

Must have been quite

a party you had last night.

Would you like a list of the guests who

got cockeyed, or have you already got it?

There's no need

to be unpleasant.

I merely made a friendly observation.

Well, make it someplace else.

[ Whistling continues ]

Henry! Henry! [ Barking ]

Why are you tickling that flower?

Yeah, why?

I am not tickling it, little boy.

I am gathering...

[ clears throat ] Just run along.

I have your mother's permission.

We won't bother you.

Tell us what you're doing.

Have you boys ever watched a Bumblebee

flitting from flower to flower?

Sure. Well, I am doing just

what the Bumblebee does.

Gosh!

Can you sting too?

Run away and play.

Find it?

It isn't upstairs.

Oh, what did I do

with that thing?

Oh, there it is.

[ Harry ]

What the devil is he doing?

Seems we have

a very healthy male Iris,

and he asked if he could have some

pollen so he could breed it to one of his.

We oughta charge him a stud fee.

Good-bye, honey.

Oh, uh, good morning, John.

Good morning.

I'm going in. I'll save

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