The Sound Barrier

# Daddy wouldn't buy

me a bow-wow, bow-wow

# I've got a little cat,

and I'm very fond of that

# But I'd rather have a

bow-wow-wow-wow-wow... #

Well, do you like it?

- What?

- Well, the parting, you clot.

- What's the matter with it?

- Well, it's on the other side.

Why?

I don't know, I... thought it gave

me a sort of intellectual look.

It conceals the incipient baldness.

- I thought Sue was on leave.

- No, she's due back this evening.

Hello. It looks like you've been

jumped on by a 20-plus flock of wolves.

- I tried to pull out of a flat-out

dive just now. - Oh, good show.

The damn stick needed Carnera to move it.

The harder I pulled, the

more the nose went down.

It felt for a moment as if

the controls were reversed.

- And were they?

- Of course not, you clot, or I wouldn't be here.

There was a lot of buffeting too. It was

almost as if I'd suddenly run into a...

a solid sheet of... water, or something.

Really?

Why don't you marry her?

You know, all prospective

father-in-laws are a bit frightening.

- After all, mine was.

- Yours wasn't the great John Ridgefield.

- What, because he makes a few aeroplanes?

- A few aeroplanes?

He owns a hundred ruddy acres of

factory, he's a millionaire twice over

and Sue's his only daughter.

Anyway, heiress of not, I'm meeting her train,

I shall take her for a quiet little drive

and ask her to marry me

simply, firmly and directly.

What's the matter?

Oh, I don't know, I just thought it

was a good place to stop for a breather.

Oh, how nice.

Sue, what do you think of me?

- As a driver?

- Er, no.

As a man.

Oh. Well, I...

I told you, I...

I think I prefer you with your

hair parted on the other side.

- Sue, I...

- Yes?

- Sue...

- Yes, Tony?

Tony, I've got my answer ready. In fact,

I've had it ready for an awful long time.

Oh, gosh.

Is that all you can say,

Tony? Just, "Oh, gosh"?

- You have looked at this from every angle?

- I haven't left an angle out, I promise you.

- I mean, you know the sort of chap I am.

- I know the sort of chap you are.

- Not on your level at all.

- Miles above.

Oh, gosh.

Please, Tony, stop saying "Oh, gosh".

Can't you think of anything else to say?

I love you so very much.

I shan't be a tick.

It's time this came off.

Give it to me, I'll keep it as a souvenir.

Mrs Garthwaite.

Mrs Garthwaite.

Mrs Garthwaite? Mrs Garthwaite. I suppose if

I say it often enough, I shall get used to it.

- Hello, Eddie.

- ? Tony, you old basket.

- Got anything going to Ridgefields?

- Sure, we're bound to have.

Why Ridgefields, though?

- Because I went and married a Ridgefield.

- You don't say? - I'm off to get

the once- over from her old man.

Well, I'll have to treat

you with respect from now on.

- Oh, congratulations.

- Thanks.

You're welcome.

An Anson here, takeoff 14:30.

- Fine.

- Sign here.

There you are, darling. Ridgefields.

- And it's all your

father's? - Mm-hm.

We're landing.

Hi. Susie!

Hi!

- Your father?

- No, Will Sparks, our chief designer.

- Oh, Will!

- I saw you from the office windows.

Susie, darling!

- How are you?

- Very well, thank you, Will.

- What have you done? You're thinner.

- Oh, I've gone on the wagon.

- Will, why?

- With all these Americans about, you can't get it.

I hate beer! Though I'll be

off it tonight in your honour.

- So this is the gent.

- This is the gent.

I've heard a lot about you.

I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad

you had the sense to pick a flyer.

For a moment, I thought

you were my father- in-law.

- Glad to meet you and welcome to Ridgefields.

- Thank you.

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