(knock at door) emmy lou: mr. post? come in, emmy lou. it worked! it worked! i've got a date with arthur. and it's all because of mr. ed's tail. (phone rings) hello? would you mind repeating what you just said? if you said anything. (mumbles) it's a young boy who doesn't speak english very well. oh, that must be arthur. i guess my mother told him i was here. hello, arthur? (mumbles) oh, arthur, that's terrible. (mumbles) oh, please don't call off the date. please. (mumbles) what happened, honey? arthur's left rear tire blew out, and he doesn't have a spare. look, it's times like this that a woman has to be brave. yeah, but it's tough to be brave when you're pushing 15 and your best years are behind you. you just don't understand us teenagers. oh, boy. but, daddy, we don't want your whole car. just one tire. just one tire? george, couldn't you let them have the spare? but, daddy, you and mom don't need to go out. you're married. i'm married. darling, it's arthur's car, so i think it's his responsibility. but, daddy, arthur doesn't have enough money to take me to

hello, mr. post. hi, mr. addison. tiger, i want you to meet mrs. post. this is tiger davis. i remember you, mrs. post. two years ago. the miss universe contest. oh. well, thank you. but that was someone else. well, i better get your room ready. don't bother, sweetie. we have more than enough room here. well, actually, kay. if carol doesn't... you stay out of this, father. well, how about that barn back there? i get up pretty early. i wouldn't wanna bother anybody. yeah, we could fix it up. i'm sure ed wouldn't mind. i get along with everybody. ed is my horse. (laughs) he doesn't play gin, but i wouldn't let him talk to you in any poker games. (laughs) (laughing) you're so thin to be a wrestler. uh, have you had lunch yet? oh, please don't bother. i don't eat much. oh, no bother at all. you've got to keep your strength up. we've got lots of cold cuts. oh, and i have some potato salad. i'll bring it right over. (laughs) uh, tiger, did you have enough lunch? oh, yeah. your wife and mrs. addison really stuffed me. i couldn't eat another bite. what time's dinner? 6:30. uh, tiger,

mrs. post, i think your husband is a marvelous talent, and when his book is a success, i believe it's going to change his entire way of life. well, we may travel a little bit, perhaps move to a better neighborhood. i see nothing wrong with this neighborhood. neither would i, if i were living next door to a famous author. oh, rog', i didn't mean -- mrs. post, do you mind very much, i want--i want your husband to meet someone from the foreign press. please? thank you. may i introduce you to miss--miss barr. how do you do, mr. post? tell me, does writing come easily to you? well, very easy. yes, yes. (wilbur) subconsciously, i'm creating all the time. you might say, right now my mind is at work. "dedicated to princess, "without whose love and understanding "this book would never have been possible. how excruciatingly funny, mr. post. tres naturel. [all laughing] mmm. does he have a snuff box, too? wilbur doesn't even know i'm here. she'll be on both sides of him. you know, carol, if i were you, i'

-thank you, mr. post. -come in, mr. douglas. thank you. well, it was nice of you to ask us for dinner, mr. post. (laughs) uh, don't mention it, doug, old boy! (grunts) oh, my dear, you look ravishing. (growling) won't you sit down? uh, y... yes. oh, that dress, mrs. douglas. you're being positively unfair. please, doug, come on. sit down. join the party. yeah, well, uh, i, uh... allow me. uh, thank you. i'll get my wife. carol, baby! carol: ahh, shut up! she's a little upset tonight. oh? is something wrong? nah. she just burned the dinner. burned the... i hope you two like hot dogs. ho... hot do... oh, no. you see, i'm afraid my husband can't eat hot dogs. oh, no. they're much too spicy for him. you see, he has a queasy stomach. that's okay. these are queasy hot dogs. hey, i hear my square neighbor just phoned you last night, huh? trying to weasel out of the deal. yes, but i intend to go through with it. i gave the man my check as a deposit, and i expect him to keep his part of the bargain. look, uh, mrs. douglas... listen to that-- "mrs.

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, i am majoring at horticulture at university. and uh, the contracts are kept in the top drawer. this is powdery mildew, a serious disease of roses. and it appears at flowering time and causes dwarfing of the shoots. and this is the little drafting board. i want you please keep these covered up at nights. well, do you think you could save the rest of my roses? oh, if it's not too late, first we must dust them with sulfur and... well, then tell me the rest on the way over. nice thinking, you should have hired a secretary yea

mr. post. now, don't tell me you've finished those sketches already. no, i came to see your agent, mr. barker. his office told me he'd be here. oh, sam, this is mr. post, the architect i told you about. hi. hello, mr. barker. mr. barker, i-- i have a wonderful horse. mr. post, i have all the animals i can handle. well, he isn't just an animal. he's something special. he has a very high iq. all right. just what does this animal do, something special? well, he can obey any command you give him. tell him to do something. - anything? - anything. go over and bring back that bucket of water. there was no water in the pail. thanks, mister ed. a remarkable horse! isn't he? don't tell me he's got a driver's license. mr. post, i've got to handle this horse. he's worth a fortune. here, you little old gold mine, you. wilbur: once ed gets on television, he'll be the greatest animal act in the world. ah, now, don't tell me you're jealous of that horse. now, marge, listen. come on, baby. now, don't be temperamental. i mean it, don't be temperamental. no, never mind th

mr. post? well, what are you doing out so early, rog? i presume the same as you, to have a chat with our so-called delivery boy. yesterday i found my paper in the bird bath. just a minute, young man. i'll handle this. it's my house. i'll handle it. what is your name, young man? joey, sir. joey, you've been delivering papers here for... i won't be anymore, sir. i was fired! there goes my football uniform i was saving for. you handle it. joey... it's your house. gee, they didn't have to fire you. certainly not. that's no way to mold character. i tried to talk mr. hunt out of it, but he was really sore because of what that man said. what man, joey? mr. hunt wouldn't tell me his name. one of my customers complained for 20 full minutes. i guess i can't blame him. who would turn in a sweet-faced boy like that? decent lad, if ever i saw one. imagine getting a little kid fired. what a dastardly thing to do. the man must be sick. well, there's no sense standing out here. it's getting rather cold. a lot

oh, here, use a sponge, mr. post. don't forget, ernie. keep shifting the camera to mr. ainsworth. we want to feature him. my coat. what happened to my coat? -what's the matter, post? -well, my coat's gone. i hung it right there. oh, they'll get you another one from wardrobe. you better finish your makeup, mr. post. we go on in 40 seconds. ,, ladies and gentlemen. once again, station wpxq presents speak your piece, a program dedicated to local problems. today, we're going to hear a debate on the question of re-zoning. speaking for this issue is a man well-known for his civic-mindedness, i present one of our leading citizens, mr. harvey ainsworth. -mr. ainsworth. -(applause) he looks so distinguished. i don't remember his being so gray around the temples. don't worry. just wait till you see my wilbur. and now, speaking against re-zoning, wilbur post. what's that? that is wilbur. where did he get the coat? never mind that. where did he get that face? he looks like he was stamped out with a cookie cutter. oh, no. i need perry mason to defend me and i get bozo the clown. and so, fellow

this is mrs. post. what? what? wilbur... you should all be on your knees to me. hello, this is mr. post. owner of mister ed. what? yes, yes, it's true. how did you find out about it so fast? well the child's grandfather happens to be henry j. thorndyke. he was at a local press conference when his daughter called him with the news. we'd like to follow up on the story. do you mind if send over a photographer at 3:00? yes, 3:00 will be fine. don't mention it. (clears throat) the newspaper is sending photographer over here to take pictures of mister ed. do you know who the little girl's grandfather happens to be? henry j. thorndyke. not henry thorndyke the millionaire. why he owns half of catalina island. he may drop over himself later in the afternoon. addison you've been wanting to meet him for years. yeah, anything that man touches turns to gold. oh, wilbur if you cut us in on one of his deals we'll be made. what a stroke of luck saving thorndyke's grandchild. oh, ed is very democratic. he saves them all. the rich and the poor. okay, mr. post, i'm all set. all right, where do you wan

hello, is mr. post in? no. this is mrs. post. is there any message? yes, please. i'm calling for your husband's attorney. mr. dieterle left town and he asked me to inform mr. post that his will would be ready for notarization this monday. [sighs] what's the matter, honey? wilbur made out a will without telling me. oh, now there you go again, carol. just because your husband has been talking morbidly, and made out a will, and carries around a few pills... now remember, i expect you to be brave. now let's all smile, pretend to be gay. wilbur! come in. sorry, i'm late, rog'. oh, think nothing of it, old boy. go ahead. the girls are waiting for you. boy, what a beautiful night. why are you all smiling? uh, addison just told us a very funny joke. [all laughing] wilbur, i'm going to the doctor tomorrow for my annual checkup. how about coming along with me? why, you scared of doctors? no, i just like company. well, now that the cans are all open, shall we have dinner? [phone ringing] oh, pardon me. hello? wilbur, it's for you. hold it, just a minute. thanks, rog'. (wilbur

look, mr. post, yesterday, in this same barn, i examined, at the same time, a collie, male, a poodle, female, a bull, a heifer, a hen and a rooster. and in spite of the mixed crowd i was not arrested for throwing a wild hollywood party. i'm sorry, doctor. i was just a little bit upset. (whispering) why do you think he's losing his hair? i can't tell until i see a sample of what fell out. i'll send it to you. meanwhile, is there any treatment i can give him? well, you can use the usual home remedies until i make a complete diagnosis. say, wait a minute! did i start us whispering again? certainly did. well, for goodness' sake. i guess i haven't been myself lately. goodbye, doctor. (whispering) goodbye. i mean goodbye! let's go, ed. come on, ed. come on. let's go. (ed laughing) (laughing) wilbur, stop that. it tickles. and i'm in no condition to laugh. (laughing) this vibrator will improve your circulation. it's good for your follicles. tail here, this seems to be the trouble spot. ooh! wilbur! say, wh

i'm mrs. post. you know our address. oh, yes, of course, mrs. post, certainly. flossie's the closest so far. your turn, ed. yeah. whoop, i dropped my tail. wilbur: now, we'll bob for apples. hey, ed, you're supposed to bob for the apples, not eat them. let the kids enjoy themselves. for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow for he's a jolly good fellow which nobody can deny there you are, ed. blow out the candle. (loud snort) what are you doing here? oh, this is ridiculous! (women chattering) carol: wilbur! wilbur, what's going on here? uh, i... i can explain. you see, what happened, you know it's ed's birthday and, well, i wasn't going to throw a birthday party for him, believe me. you see, horses have feelings just like people. you ladies understand? kay, you understand, kay, because you know how i feel about ed, and you see, horses can sense what you're doing, you know what i mean? carol, honey, i know how ridiculous this seems. but you gotta see my side of it. i mean, if i can't discuss it with my wife, just... well, i thought they'd never le

-when they make my book -mr. post? -yes, yes, mr. durvis. well, here it is, mr. post. the first copy of love and the single horse. or the true adventures of a palomino playboy. mr. posts if you don't mind, i'd like our new author to autograph this first copy for me. just turn around and close your eyes. turn around? for just a signature? uh, it's a quirk. i've never been able to write while anyone's watching me. uh-uh. i won't be a second. you can turn around now. hi. marilyn? this is roger healey. heh. well, i, uh-- i-i met you at francis gordon's party last year. it's, uh... uh, no, no, no. i'm not the tall, blonde banker. no. no, i'm the short, cute, dark-haired astronaut. heh-heh. look, uh--look, uh, i was wondering, if you're not doing anything tonight, maybe the two of us could, uh... uh-huh. well, ma-ma-maybe next month, uh... well, maybe some other month. [line goes dead] nice talking to you. general peterson asked me to give these to you, major healey. oh, thank you. oh, evelyn? yes. uh, evelyn, i was just thinking, uh... yes, major? tony and i are going on a

(ed clearing his throat) well, nurse, this is mr. post. yeah, i wonder if the doctor could come over to my house right away. well, no, i'm fine. it's my horse. he's got amnesia. (click) hello? uh, hello? (humming) hello. dr. adams, please. oh, doctor, my horse has amnesia, -and i was thinking... -(click) hello? doc, doc. hello? hello? uh, dr. zelenka? dr. zelenka, before i tell you my problem, you've got to believe me. you're the last doctor in the book, so, promise you won't hang up on me. i'm desperate. ah, thank you, doctor. well, a pail of carrots fell on my horse's head, -and he has amnesia. -(click) doctor, you promised! well, if you ask me, you need a doctor yourself. you know, you may be right. i mean, if i could get a doctor to treat me for amnesia, then i could find out how to treat you. all i've gotta do is convince carol, and she may call one. it's worth a chance. (door closing) oh, that poor horse. i hope the doctor can help him. honey, please hurry. you're holding us up. okay, gang, relax. i'll be right down. a concert, huh?

just call me mr. post. now remember, you don't know where i am, mr. post. oh, wilbur, wilbur. my pal, wilbur. (kay) hi, wilbur. oh, addison. (kay) addison? they're just darling. this is my husband, mr. addison. hi, daddy-o. how are you, sir? and our neighbor, mr. post. how do you do? mr. post. and this is buzz dixon, and zelma beasley. aren't you a little early for trick or treat? mmm-hmm. yeah, that's my husband. always making little jokes. the littlest jokes you ever heard. i gotta mail this letter. this is for you, mrs. addison. i painted it myself. oh, thank you, doll. oh, what a wonderful subject. why, it's, uh, uh, unique. uh, i know just the spot for it: over my fireplace. i know a better spot: in the fireplace. i'm a very busy man. what is it you came to see me about? well, mr. addison, we came to, like, ask a big favor. we'd like to put up some lean-tos, like, on your property, so we can make it like an art colony. fine. oh, gee! we don't have that kind of money. man, we don't have any kind of money. addison, they're not harming our property in any way. that's right.

[knocking on door] oh, mr. post? oh, mr. eastwood, come in. come in. mr. post, um, i need your help. well, anything i can do to help a neighbor. [laughing] uh, won't you sit down? thanks. now, uh, what seems to be the problem? horses. [door slams] horses, huh? i--i don't have any trouble with horses. i have other problems. oh, have you? hmm. like, uh, trying to write a play. look, uh, uh, clint, if i help you with your problem, will you help me with mine? well, yeah, if i can, but i came here to talk about a horse. having trouble with your horse, huh? who said anything about my horse? you did. i don't remember anything about... [sighs] look here, post. ever since i've moved into this neighborhood, i've been havin' nothin' but trouble. your horse has scared my housekeeper clean out of her wits. in fact, she's threatened to quit on me. my horse scared her? that's right, your horse. oh, no, no, you must be mistaken. now, mister ed would never do a thing like that. i'm not mistaken. i saw him, i followed him right over here. you know, i think he needs some disc

mr. post. i have no time for this sort of nonsense. the next time you need me you bring your horse to my office. i thought the mad butcher would never leave. i'm ashamed of you. dr. howard came all the way over here to help you and you pull a stunt like this. you know, if you had behaved yourself it would have been all over now. you wouldn't have felt a thing. as it is, you're just going to have to go on suffering. and if it starts bothering you again, don't come to me looking for sympathy, because you're not going to get any. well... now, we'll go down that plank. (stammering) what plank? the plank you used to get up here. i shinnied up that tree and dropped off that branch. don't be a wise guy. come on. (sighs) psychiatric division, please. (phone ringing) dr. vernon speaking. oh, yes, colonel kirkwood. of course i remember you, sir. how have you been? fine, thank you. but i am worried about one of my former officers, wilbur post. i believe he's suffering from delayed battle fatigue or some neurotic, uh... well, anyways, whatever it

hello, this is mr. post. what was that amount again? $148? so the telephone's been in constant use, eh? thank you very much. of course. that big bill. that was me making phone calls in my sleep. oh, you never take my word for anything. (door beel ringing) -well, mr. reeves, come on in. -thank you. my goodness. we haven't seen you since you sold us the house. yes, well it's been almost a year. you know, since then i've been made vice president of the golden acres real estate corporation. -well, congratulations. -thank you. say, is mr. ed post your father? my father. yeah. yes, yes. he gave me this address. -well, he does live here. yeah. -oh, wonderful. well, i came over personally to give him this commission check. and to thank him for the bang up job he's done for us. he's been selling real estate? by telephone. oh, he's got such a smooth line. he even talked three so, he's been selling on the telephone, uh? oh, your father's the greatest. why we've got customers coming from san diego, oakland, phoenix, tucson. there's no telling how many pe

mrs. carol post, who will... here she comes. ... on behalf of the women's voters league. mrs. post. (applause) -as your... -can we switch to the races? my niece is running at hialeah. quiet. ...councilmen and vote on some very important propositions. she's pretty, but my niece is faster. quiet! so many of us may feel that these issues are not so very important. so why bother going to the polls? just what i say why bother? when we fail to take advantage of our right to vote, we are forfeiting the most precious gift a citizen possesses. make your voice heard. make your vote count. thank you so much. (applause) admit it, ed. my wife looked beautiful on that screen. gorgeous. now will you please switch to hialeah? announcer: politics in general, wpxq, as a special public service... ...and trailing the pack by twelve lengths turn it off. my niece is last again. you do all this research on a perfect car then smash it into a tree. your insurance company raises your rates. maybe you should have done more research on them. for drivers with accident forgiveness, liberty mutual won't raise you

burns, i'm mr. post. so far you're doing good. i, uh, i read your story in the paper about your novelty act, and, uh, i have a horse that talks. shame, you're such a young fella. sit down. thank you. you, uh, you say, you, uh, you have a horse that talks? yes, sir. uh, what--what language does your horse talk? well, his native tongue is english, but he's very intelligent, and lately, he's been studying french. nice to hear about your horse. but let's get down to business. i'm--i'm--i'm looking for a novelty act, have you got anything like that? well, my horse. he talks! i mean, he'd be a sensation! well, at least it hasn't been kicked. it's a fresh idea. it might even be better than dean martin and his pink elephants. mr. burns, i don't think you believe me. now what makes you say that? of course, i've been married to gracie allen over 30 years, i believe anything. wonderful! would you talk to him on the phone? of course, success hasn't gone to my head, i talk to anybody. wonderful. why are we smiling? i don't know. ed, is that yo

mr. post, don't you want this turkey? well, as long as you're here. never mind. this is one turkey that will not be left at the post. take it back, henry. (door closing) heh-heh, that's very good, left at the post. quick as a flash, too. i tell you. you really had me fooled with that phone call. now, look, carol, i don't want any arguments. (ed barking like a dog) now cut that out. if there's anything i can't stand, it's a wise guy horse. me, too. i'm glad i'm a cocker spaniel. (barking) why did you order that turkey without my permission? i would have had it all set with carol, if you hadn't phoned the butcher. ah, me and my big mouth. i'm afraid your big mouth will be eating by itself. but, wilbur, you're my family, and we ought to be together on my holiday. your holiday? sure! if it wasn't for a horse, there wouldn't be any thanksgiving. what are you talking about? what did a horse have to do with thanksgiving? the one they're afraid to tell? no, i'll wait until the movie comes out. well, it all started in 1620. that was a bad year, wilbur, a terrible year for

are you mr. post? well, yes, officer, what can i do for you? we got a complaint about your mistreating a horse. what? something about your chopping his head off. well, now who would accuse me-- oh, well, that's just some crank phoning up, you know? you see, i'm an amateur magician and i'm putting on an act for the community theater project. oh, no kidding? my wife and i are gonna see that show. have you bought your tickets yet? -no. -well, don't do it. i'll give you a couple of passes. oh. here we are. don't mention it. it's a pleasure to be giving a ticket to a cop for a change. (laughing) say, how does this thing work? oh, you want to know how this works, huh? yeah. well, just take your hat off. put your head through here, and i'll show you. i won't hurt you. okay. right through. there. comfortable? - like this? - that's it. just settle right in. don't be alarmed. we'll just lock you in there. there we are. put this down here just in case something happens. (both laughing) are you ready? let her go. hold tight. (both laughing) quite a trick,

mr. post? this is jack brady of brady productions. i want to thank you for all the help you've given zsa zsa. she's really fallen in love with that horse of yours. oh, i was sure she would. well, no, no. i... i don't mind zsa zsa riding ed in the picture. what? you're shooting the picture in australia? that's right. we'll be gone for... oh, at least 6 months. now, i'm willing to pay $5,000 for that horse of yours. i couldn't sell ed. uh, uh, look, we're sailing tomorrow at 4:00. and i've already promised zsa zsa we'd buy him. $5,000. uh, please, think it over. please! well, all right, but, uh, i won't change my mind. (wilbur) ed is not for sale. goodbye. [telephone disconnecting] $5,000 is a lot of money. i can't let him turn it down. [birds chirping] how do you like that, paul? zsa zsa's producer wanted to buy ed. of course, i turned him down. naturally. how much did he offer? $5,000. $5,000? and you turned him down? well, ed is like one of the family. well, so is addison, but for $5,000 i'd send him to australia. wilbur, don't be a

she was doing fine until mr. post took his horse away. hmm... now, just a minute, don't try to tell me that mister ed was responsible for linda's sudden change this morning. they just won't run when they're separated. oh, i can see it all now. what a picture. lady linda and mister ed trotting down the bridal path. and you can give the bride away, doll. do you seriously believe that lady linda won't run unless that... that horse is with her? i think you better get him back in with her. as soon as possible. excuse me. hello, wilbur, my boy. hello. wilbur, you know when people are friends, neighbors... what i mean is when people have an argument and one of them realizes he's been a fool, well, it takes a big man to apologize. well, i'm not going to. not that you aren't. oh, no. not that you aren't. what i'm trying to say, wilbur, is that i'm sorry for the unkind things i said this morning. you don't owe me any apology, rog. oh, thank you, wilbur. thank you. you owe it to ed. you expect me to apologize to a horse? why not? you made a fool out of him

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kendall lending him a hand and glimpse at post baby body. mrs. west posting those that rant together, this as she went off on the daily mail, for their diet exile headlines. really? she responded. isn't it just called maternity leave? the site then changed it to this, kim approved 1. >> kanye is launching season three of his fashion line on fashion week. all going down tomorrow night at madison square garden. >> his sister-in-laws, k and kylie, have their fashion line. kendall joined by kris at "zoolander 2" premier last night. cameron mathison was there and this is not your normal premier, cam. >> no. no way. nancy, this featured a runway show with real models led by gigi hadid, justin got in the action but only had eyes for one beauty, his wife, jennifer aniston. >> a date night for jennifer. this movie opens valentine's weekend. >> yeah, romantic date night. her birthday falls like three days before. so it's like, i'm just wearing out my credit card. >> from couple gossip to lots of big stars. the premier opened as 10-minute fashion show. real

mrs. west posting those that rant together, this as she went off on the daily mail, for their diet exile headlines. really? she responded. isn't it just called maternity leave? the site then changed it to this, kim approved 1. >> kanye is launching season three of his fashion line fashion week. all going down tomorrow night at madison square garden. >> his sister-in-laws, kendall and kylie, have their fashion line. but they were joined by mom, kris, at zoolander 2 premier last night. this is not your normal premier, >> no. no way. nancy, this featured a show with real models led by gigi hadid, justin got in the action but only had eyes for one beauty, his wife, jennifer anston. >> a date night for jennifer. this is how we always go to the movies. put on tuxedos. >> clearly this >> yeah. her birthd falls like three days before. so it's like, i'm just wearing out my krid ut card. . >> from couple gossip to lots of big sta the premier opened as 10-minute fashion show. real life models, gigi hadid, even bradley cooper's girl, joining ben stiller, penelope cruz, will ferrell and all as zoolander all th

mr. foster, i'm sure that you and wilbur post will hit it off great. you know, he's a wonderful architect. fine, fine, what time is it? uh, 10 minutes to 12. 10 minutes to 12? where does the time go? a man hasn't got time to do anything. something wrong, mr. foster? i've got a little headache, yes. have you had your lunch? this is my lunch. well, when wilbur post joins your firm, he'll take a great deal of pressure off you. you know, he's a very industrious young man. that's all he ever thinks of, work, work, work. all right, now what? now then, tie a string taut wilbur: between ends of cross stick. yeah, boy. (laughing) that's what i call a good job. ed: yeah. oh, that is a beautiful tail. you flatterer. i'm talking about the tail on the kite. oh. look, ed, we better be getting back home, huh? but we haven't even flown my kite yet. i'm sorry, but i wasted so much time assembling the kite, and i don't want to be late for my appointment with mr. foster. aw, let's fly my kite first. after i talk to mr. foster, we'll come back. oh. i promise. business bef

mr. post, i know we just moved in, and i wouldn't want to impose on you. that's all right, honey. impose away. well, i'm not going steady with anyone... i'd be delighted. i feel i should warn you my fox trot's holding up well, but my twist is bent. emmy lou is serious. i'm sorry, honey. what's the favor?