We're Not Married! Page #3

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A nice, quiet letter on the

governor's stationery to each couple...

explaining the situation

and letting them take it from there.

Take this, will you?

Uh, Dear Mr. and Mrs. Blank.

Due to a most lamentable

misunderstanding...

the ceremony that

joined you in marriage...

was performed by

Justice of the Peace...

Melvin Bush...

before the authorized date

of his appointment.

Accordingly, we're

compelled to inform you...

that you are not legally married.

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[ Alarm Ringing ]

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- There's Mr. Gladwyn.

- Shall I?

- Go on.

- Mr. Gladwyn--

Mr. Gladwyn, I just want to tell you

what a great and wonderful thing...

you and Mrs. Gladwyn did for me.

My husband and I were-- well, for a while,

there was a little situation.

You know how it is sometimes.

But we're both great admirers

of your program. We never miss it.

And in the end, the example

you set to everyone...

with your great love and happiness...

it brought us together again.

Are you insane?

Morning, Henry.

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[ Stops Whistling ]

Thank you

very much indeed.

- Boy.

- We have a wonderful script this

morning. Eight new sponsors.

When the revolution comes,

Mr. Graves, the first blow struck...

will be against programs that mention more

than 25 sponsors during the first 1 0 minutes.

Did you drop some flug in this cup?

No. But then, I didn't think of it.

What do you mean?

That's McKeester's Vita-Fresh,

one of our own products.

I know. We're gonna be arrested yet

for hustling this laundry juice.

Say, what happened to that fella?

Remember the-- [ Chuckling ]

Remember the fella tried that

breakfast food we recommended?

Is his widow still kicking up a fuss?

No. We're okay there, I think. We gave her

two tickets to the Doodles Weaver Show.

You can't kid me.

With all this muck we're peddling...

Mrs. Gruesome and I are gonna

end up in an electric love seat yet.

- Who are the new chumps?

- Well, we have Primoff's Preshrunk Piccalilli.

- Preshrunk by whom?

- They wash it first in alum, stupid.

If you don't mind,

I wasn't speaking to you.

- Now listen, blubberhead--

- Please, kids, not today. You promised me.

Well, then, tell him

to keep his big bazoo shut.

I ask for very little on this program.

Simply that Mrs. Gladwyn drop dead.

- I've told you--

- You've got to stop it, I tell you.

I can't stand it any longer. If you've

got to fight, fight at home, not here.

We can't fight at home.

We don't speak there.

I'll say one thing about

our marriage...

if there's such a thing

as an ''unjackpot,'' I've hit it.

I can't understand you two.

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