Christmas in Connecticut

Well, Elizabeth, how about it?
You know you need someone
to look after you.

But I don't love you, John.
All that will come in good time.
Could you wait that long?
I think so.
Saying no to your proposals
has become a habit.

Yes, it's a bad habit.
You must break yourself of it.

It becomes harder and harder
to find an excuse to say no.

You can't blame it on your career
this time, because you haven't got one.

You're right.
Well, I just can't think
of another excuse.

You could say that you love
someone else.

But I don't.
No. Let me think.
Oh, what am I...?
You mean...?
You mean you will marry me?

Well, if you really want me,
knowing how I feel.

Do I? Darling.
Well, don't mind me.
Dud, we're going to be married.
Hey, now look here, it isn't that bad.
- Oh, really, Beecham.
- It's a good idea, Dud.

In fact, I think I'll rather enjoy
living on a farm after...

- A farm?
- John's farm. It's in Connecticut.

That's where I got most of my copy.
Say, that's right.
You have got a farm, haven't you?
Congratulate me.

- This is the happiest day.
- Aren't you getting a bit mixed?

- It's the happiest day of my life.
- Of course. Congratulations.

I think you've made
a very wise decision.

In fact, I think you two should
get very married right away.

And there we are.
A husband, a farm in Connecticut.

- Now all we need is a baby.
- What are you getting at?

What's the harm of having Yardley
and a sailor at your farm for Christmas?

Yardley and a sailor on my honeymoon?
Are you crazy?

Elizabeth, I just talked with my wife.
You told her?
I didn't have the heart.
She told me what she was getting
the kids for Christmas.

And, well, I...
She sounded so happy...
Of course, I know it's asking a lot,
but when a pal's in a jam...

John, darling, it would
only be for a few days.

After all, Dud's been so good to me.
I am getting out of it now,
thanks to you.

Oh, John, couldn't we
so he won't lose his job?