mrs. kirkwood. how do you do? it is an honor. please forgive my staring, mrs. kirkwood. that is one of the prettiest dress i have ever seen. she has wonderful taste, hasn't she? yes, she has. hasn't she? i still say hiring a secretary is a gross waste of efficiency. now, why did you remain a navigator in the air force while i became a colonel? -you were afraid of flying. -exactly. don't be funny. carol: you'll be working here. wilbur? oh, hi. this is ako tenaka, your new secretary. hello, ako, welcome aboard. the honor is mine, mr. post. and this is my husband, mr. kirkwood. -how do you do? -a pleasure, mr. kirkwood. oh, i see you have a horse here. don't mind him, ako, he's just being temperamental. well, let's go, winnie. -oh, ako, take good care of my husband. -yes. well, ako, uh... in the top drawer here, we have dictation pads and pencils. i didn't, they just died by themselves. oh no, they did not have to die. and...and uh, that's the pencil sharpener right there you see. and there's plenty of carbon paper. well, do you have any idea what happened to them? oh yes,