Lunch. What'll you have?
Ham or liverwurst?

Has anybody seen
our new chief today?

He has been tied up.
He frisked off with Dr. Petersen
at noon.

It's odd, spending his first day
running after her...

like a drooling college boy.
It'll do her good to be
drooled over...

poor girl's withering away
with science.

I was telling her recently something
vital was missing from her life.

Don't get up, I came
because I heard Mr. Garmes...

-became agitated again.
-Yes, I gave him a sedative.

I'm sorry I wasn't here.
Nonsense, you look as if
you had an instructive time.

-Gentlemen, notice her stocking...

the lady's been climbing trees.
Or lolling in a briar patch.
No, it's trees,
there are leaves in her hair.

Allow me, Dr. Petersen.
You're surpassing yourself
as a charmer.

-Don't run away, have some coffee.
-Dr. Petersen's already eaten...

as one can tell from the mustard
on her finger...

I'd say hotdogs
on the state highway.

Would you really? Your diagnosis
is as usual, wrong...

Not hotdogs, liverwurst.
I'm sorry I have to leave
this nursery, I must see Mr. Garmes.

Looks as if we have Casanova himself
at the head of Green Manors...

Did you notice her blush
everytime we mentioned his name?