Topper Page #4
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1937
- 97 min
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another engagement.
You understand, don't you?
Yes, I'm afraid I do.
Why don't you stop being a mummy
for a few minutes and come to life?
There's nothing wrong in being a mummy
if you had any fun in getting that way-
But I- I didn't, you see.
No, I can tell that by the
way you're staring at my knees.
Why, I-I never stared
at a knee in my life.
That's probably just
what's wrong with you.
Of course, I... I suppose I do envy
the way you and George do things.
for a man in my position.
Then as Mrs. Topper says-
Ah, as Mrs. Topper says.
That's the situation
and the box it came in.
Oh. Oh.
Hello, honey. Never mind. I
found her. She's running the bank.
Huh?
George, look.
What's the matter with him? He's old
enough to know what's the matter with him.
"Liabilities, no cents,
assets. "
Topper, I know just the thing
for the two of us. Where is it?
But something's biting the man, eating
him from the inside. Maybe termites.
What sort of a woman is Mrs.
Topper? Don't tell me. I'll guess.
Is she the horsey type? No.
The tennis type? No.
I know. She's the kin type.
Arranges your diets, fixes your clothes,
tells you what you'll eat and where you'll go.
Well, to a certain extent,
yes. Where do you keep it?
Keep what? The bottle. Don't
tell me there isn't a bottle here?
Of course there isn't a bottle.
This is a business office.
Business is all right, but don't you
think that's carrying business too far?
Come on. Let's roll.
Somehow I feel if I could pull him
apart, I could put him together...
and he'd work much better.
Catch.
Topper, take my advice. Don't let
her make a guinea pig out of you.
You'll never be the same again.
So long.
Hmm. Mrs. Kerby's handkerchief.
Oh. Thank you.
I'm ready, Mr. Topper.
Hmm. Yes, yes.
H. Greg & Company, 80
Milk Street, Boston, Mass.
Dear sir. Yours is
Fascinating woman,
Marion Kerby, isn't she?
She reminds me of an Easter egg
I had as a small boy.
- An Easter egg?
- Mm-hmm.
Those frosty ones, you know, with a peephole
in it. You looked through and saw an angel.
reminds me of an angel.
Uh, yes, where were we?
Maybe we'd better
start over.
You're driving us crazy way out here. I
mean, you're crazy to drive us way out here.
We could be at the apartment
sleeping our ears off.
The apartment's too close to
that bank. It's in the same city.
Why do you pick on the bank?
It doesn't pick on you.
That stuffed egg that runs it
does. Stuffed eggs, I love 'em.
You never know what's in 'em
till you take a bite.
Take a bite out of Topper for
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