that wasn't mr. noll. that was mr. butterworth. oh, i thought it was mr. noll. it was mr. butterworth. well, anyways, i remember how mad you got when you was going to this big party and mr. noll said he was sick and asked you to take this case for him. and then you discovered that he'd gone to the party that you had missed. that wasn't mr. noll. that was mr. hatch. oh, i thought it was mr. noll. well, anyway, i remember once when you needed some legal help, and mr. noll says that he wasn't free to help you out. he said that he was tied up with the judge. he was tied up all right, but it was in a golf game with a man named judge. only mr. noll will pull a mean trick like that. that wasn't mr. noll. that was me. oh, i thought it was mr. noll. it was me. all right, hazel, all right. you've made your point. we've all been as guilty as he has. so, i will go in and make my peace with mr. noll. we raise the flag tomorrow morning. i don't blame you for being mad, george. i swear it'll never happen again. i mean it--you're a real friend, george. and i'm gonna do everything i can to

mr. noll. yes, harry. i mean, mr. noll. susan, i let you and your roommate use my apartment for a month while i was in europe, remember? naturally i remember. they were redecorating our place, and when you-- did you or your roommate leave a chiffon negligee in the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers? you found it! then you did! we couldn't find it any place. my roommate thought your cleaning woman took it, but we didn't say anything about it because we didn't want to get anybody into any trouble. oh, you didn't want to get anybody into any trouble. oh, good morning, hazel. good morning, mrs. noll. look at this. - where'd you get that? - in the trash can. really? well, it--it's very beautiful, isn't it. oh, sure, it's real "amour du jour amour" stuff. you didn't wanna throw it out, did you? sometimes these things get mixed in with the trash. mmm. i sorta had a hunch mr. noll made a mistake. hmm. hazel, i have a hunch your hunch was right. dear. that negligee was practically new. mr. noll must have picked it up with some oth

mr. noll and i closed the deal just 15 minutes ago. good, i'll be glad to... - "mr. noll"? - yeah. - harry noll? - your partner and his wife. don't spill it, mr. b. don't spill it. you sold your house to harry noll? - what's the matter, george? - in the two years you've lived next door, i've done all your legal work free, i've done your income tax free, i've brought you business contacts like mr. griffin, i even helped you sell one of your inventions, and now you do this to me? i didn't know you had anything against him. i don't want him that close. wait a minute. mr. north, you could refuse to accept - mr. noll's check, couldn't you? - yeah, i guess i could. and if you wanted to make mr. b. happy, you could offer to sell to the other people that wanted to buy. anybody but mr. noll. hazel, you said george wouldn't like any of those people as neighbors. that's why i turned them down-- to show him how grateful i was for his help. well, what about mrs. perkins? she offered to buy. george: yeah, sell it to mrs. perkins. oh, sure. mr. b. wouldn't mind the 48 cats. - forty-eight c

b, so you can call mr. noll right away. baxter residence. oh, hi, mr. noll. mr. b was just gonna call you to ask if him and me can come over and watch the golf tournament with you. that is, if you got it on. what? what did he say? is it okay? just a minute, mr. noll. he's calling to find out if he could come over here well, mr. noll, we got the same trouble on our set. i guess we'll have to read about it tomorrow in the newspaper, huh? yeah. bye. mr. b, something is rockin' our reception. are we gonna take it laying down? hazel, just a minute. i'm thinking. let me see. there are no medical offices here or a hospital or any high-powered machinery. squad cars. what would they have to do with it? they got short-wave, the the tv doctor said-- hazel, wait a minute. short wave. hazel, that is it. dorothy, do you remember harold saying that bruce camden just got his short-wave radio installed yesterday? well, i guess so, but-- and he was talking to brazil last night. right? when i was trying to watch myself on the news. well, yes, but-- and today he's talking to india n

hi, mrs. noll. hi, hazel. oh my goodness, this really looks like santa's workshop. just the marshall road branch. wanna see what we're taking to the kids in the children's hospital this year? oh, they're darling. hazel: missy designed 'em. harold: and hazel sews 'em up, and i put the stuffing in. i could buy some material, if you need anymore. the more the merrier. oh, that's very nice of you, rita. of course we could use some more. okay, pal. as friend, partner, neighbor and fellow husband, i just thought it was my duty to warn you. thanks, pal, but you worry about rita's present, i'll take care of dorothy's. how you gonna feel when dorothy sees rita christmas morning all decked out in a full-length mink? solvent. cheapskate, that's what you're gonna feel like. and you know what's gonna happen, don't you? and i'm gonna say no. sooner or later, you're going to have to shell out for you. ah, drop it, harry, i can't afford to buy dorothy a fur coat, and that's that. we want to talk to you about the most marvelous santa claus. - did you ask george about the santa claus

george, i was just coming back from mrs. nolls, and i saw-- well, come here. saw what? well, it's hazel. she's been over in the park, and i've never seen her acting so depressed. george, that isn't like hazel. she never drags her feet. you're right. she's walking as though she's going to the gallows. hazel, what on earth... - well, you look like-- - the expression on your face. - no, i'm all right. - well, something's wrong. it's harold. he isn't hurt? i've lost him. - what about harold? - where? he's going to a party tomorrow afternoon. a party? yeah. he's going with a girl named zelda. i know. it's a class party at school. you knew? yes. he told me. he told you and he never told me. you see? i've lost him. hazel, he didn't tell me either, but i'm not going to start blubbering about it. i'm sorry, darling. i forgot to tell you. it's a class party. the teacher wrote the girls' names on a slip of paper, and the boys drew them out of a hat to see who would take whom. that's sensible. that way no girl gets slighted. oh, you don't know the half of it. harold didn't draw zel