Sons of the Desert Page #3

It looks to me like a severe nervous breakdown.

You've gone all to pieces!

And it happened so suddenly.

Probably that terrible argument

we had the other night caused it all.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

- Where's Stanley?

- He's gone out.

Where did he go?

He didn't want me to tell you,

but he's awfully worried about you

and he thought you ought to have a doctor.

Why did you let him do that?

You know I don't like doctors.

Now, now. Don't get all upset.

I know what's good for you.

You're going to have a doctor,

and you're going to do just what the doctor says.

Alright, sweetheart. You always know what's best.

Uuhh! Uuhh!

Listen, darling. I'll get you some aspirin.

Oh, and I'll get you some more hot water.

(DOOR IS CLOSED)

(WHISPERING)

Hey.

- Did you get the doctor?

- He'll be here in a few minutes.

Good. Did you fix it with him to tell me

that I have to go to Honolulu for my nerves?

- Our plan is working out great.

- It sure is. I've got it all fixed.

But why do you want to go to Honolulu?

Don't you understand

that this is only a subterfuge?

To throw the wives off the track

so that we can go to the convention.

Oh, then you're not going to the mountains?

Of course not.

We're supposed to go there

so that the wives will think that we...

(BOTH START MOANING)

Not you!

- Stan, did you get a doctor?

- Yes, ma'am. The best in town.

Oh, fine. Here, darling. Here's your aspirin.

Now, take your feet out.

There. Now try that.

Aaargh!

Oh, you poor dear! I'll get you some cold water.

- What are you doing?

- I've lost the aspirin. Can you move over a bit?

Move over a bit more, I can't find it.

Aargh!

Up, out you go!

Oh, you poor thing! Oh, my goodness!

- Oh, you poor darling.

- Get that thing out of there!

Come here, dear. Sit down there.

Why... Aargh!

Get me out of here!

(OLIVER):
Oh, my boiled little sugar bunny!

I'm so sorry, darling. I'm so sorry.

Ooh!

Get that thing out of here!

Oh, I'm so sorry, darling.

- Oh, darling. You sit down.

- Alright.

I think I'd better go and get some dry clothes on.

Will you get out of my way?

(CRASHING NOISE)

You wax-eater!

(OLIVER SCREAMS WITH PAIN)

Oh...

You're perspiring. Maybe you have got a fever.

I do feel hot.

You'd better take my temperature.

Get that thermometer.

- The what?

- Thermometer. You'll find it on the shelf.

Oh...

What does it say?

''Wet and windy.''

That's a barometer!

(DOGS BARKING)

Why did you get a veterinarian?

I didn't think his religion

would make any difference.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

This way, Doctor.

(OLIVER STARTS MOANING)

- This is Mr Hardy.

- Hello, Doctor.

Doctor, I'm so glad you're here.

My husband's been suffering terribly.

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