That Darn Cat! Page #5

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- Your what?

He invited me to his house for dinner.

His mother was gonna fix the duck.

Fix the...

Ingrid, don't you see?

You're walking into a trap.

For goodness sakes, Gregory drives me

to work in the morning.

At night he picks me up

and he takes me home.

If he wants to go

to all that trouble,

the least I can do

is be courteous if he asks me to dinner.

How can you be so blind?

It began with

the old car pool routine, right?

Why shouldn't it? His law office

happens to be next door to where I work.

But the point is, there used to be

five people in that car,

then Gregory traded in his sedan

for a two-seater sports car.

And Mr. Burke,

Miss Patters and Miss Mosely

were ruthlessly squeezed out

to find other transportation, correct?

- Now, listen...

- Creeping matrimony, that's what it is.

The car pool, the duck dinner,

a movie here and there.

Inky, you're taking the gas

and you don't even know it.

Thank you, dear,

I'm sure you mean well,

but I think I can handle

the Gregory situation

in my own bumbling way.

I'm sorry, but I suppose at your age,

when that important person

hasn't come into your life,

- well...

- Well, what?

Well, I suppose a tinge,

just the faintest tinge, of desperation,

begins to blow your judgment.

Good night.

I can assure you, there is no tinge

of desperation in my outlook.

- And my vision is exceptionally clear.

- Good.

Which, I might add,

brings us to your friends.

- My friends?

- Yes, dear.

The one we've been tripping over

all these years.

Canoe? That's very unfair.

Canoe is...

well, he's just defenseless.

He's very sweet and young, and...

...needs help.

- I certainly agree he needs something.

Doesn't he do anything

but mope around in shorts

- and eat us out of house and home?

- Just shows how little you know him.

- Canoe has plenty of ambition.

- What?

To be the first 50-year-old surfer

at Santa Monica?

If you ask me, he's...

What's the matter?

DC's wearing a wristwatch.

Well, what will that dear, sweet,

innocent cat be bringing home next?

The Hope Diamond, I imagine.

- Where do you suppose he got it?

- I don't know.

Probably some child slipped it on,

or some teenager put it on for a joke.

Good night. Check with lost and found

in the morning.

[Patti] Ingrid?

Look. Someone started to scratch

something on the casing.

See? "H-E,"

and that looks like part of an L.

H-E-L...

I'll bet somebody was trying to write

"help" and they were interrupted.

Somebody's in trouble.

What cooks in that wild

little head of yours now?

Somebody's in trouble.

I feel it in my bones.

You bet. Now get out and let me

go to sleep. I'm a working girl.

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