The Happy Ending Page #2

not that she'd use it.

Oh, she hasn't.

But, if she locks herself in the bedroom.

Trouble.

So, keep an eye on her.

The FBI never sleeps.

Ms. Wilson?

It's me, Agnes.

Are you all right, Ms. Wilson?

Fine. I just popped some heroin

and taken the gas pipe. You?

I could use a double vodka.

Help yourself.

Pretty, ain't it?

Like one of them fireboxes.

"Break glass only in case of emergency."

We got us a four-alarm panic?

Nope.

How 'bout a double Miltown instead?

Comin' up.

Happy days.

Got my secret orders from the chief.

You can't even go pee-pee alone,

without I have to quick phone him.

You takin' me down to Headquarters?

I'm gonna give you a break, sister.

Take it on the lam.

Disappear yourself down

to the beauty parlor,

and let them fairy godmothers

wave their magic wand.

Let 'em pamper your top

and massage your bottom,

'cause tonight, baby,

you're queen of the ball.

Oh, I don't deserve you.

Oh, honey, all us girls over 35

got the same trouble.

Bricker Advertising. Mr. Bricker?

Thank you,

I'll see if he's in.

Just a moment, please.

$15,000 contribution

to the church? Every year?

That's quite a bite.

All right, you own a part

interest in the laundry.

You invested $6,000.

According to your books, it's worth $18,000.

Now, why don't you donate

that interest to a church?

It's tax deductible to you

and gives them a yearly income.

A church?

In the laundry business?

What a slogan.

"Let the Church clean your dirty linen."

Oh, I like that. Terrific!

Bricker Advertising.

- Mrs. Bricker?

- Yes.

I'll tell Mr. Bricker you're waiting.

Ms. Bruce.

Girls, he'll be with you in a moment.

"What makes a woman?"

- Mr. Wilson, phone.

- I like that.

Extension four.

It's your home.

Something about the FBI.

Mrs. Bricker insists on seeing you.

I saw her this morning.

I'll have to see her again tonight.

I'm busy.

Agnes? Where did she go?

Bricker

Advertising. Thank you. Just a moment.

Do you have that number there?

Hi.

Helen! Uh...

Long time no see.

Yeah.

Hmm. Smells like, uh...

Wild and shameful.

Atta girl. Always use

your husband's product.

It's the only thing about him that stands up.

Mrs. Bricker, I'm sorry, but he...

I know, he's busy.

You busy, too?

Most married men would

rather switch than fight.

Happy anniversary, darling.

Is Mrs. Wilson there, please?

Sorry.

Mrs. Wilson. Mr. Wilson.

Hi. How'd you find me?

He's a mind reader.

God forbid.

Hey, did I tell you today that I love you?

My husband loves me.

We all have our cross to bear, sweetie.

That's right, ma'am,

no passport is required or visa.

Excursion fare, roundtrip, Denver-New York,

New York-Nassau is $257.

Well, how much one way?

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