:45:01
- Mr. Loomis.
- Mr. Loomis?
:45:03
- No, Ray...
- No, Polly. I gotta prove it to you.
:45:08
Well, where is he?
Under the icebox? Under the sink?
:45:12
Oh, Polly.
:45:14
Mr. Loomis. If I hear that name
once more, I'll start yelling myself.
:45:17
No wonder it got you. We wait three years
for a honeymoon, then spend it with spooks.
:45:24
Here. Drink this.
:45:26
Mr. Loomis! From the time we get here
we're patting his hand, burying him.
:45:31
And her, running around sobbing,
asking if we'll pick out a tombstone.
:45:34
Why, it's enough to drive anybody nuts!
:45:37
Well, we're gonna
kiss off this place right now.
:45:40
Give me a hand
with this stuff, will ya, honey?
:45:43
Sport clothes! All we needed here
was a couple of shrouds.
:45:50
Sorry, Winnie.
:45:52
What's this thing?
:45:54
Oh, the flowers. The Ketterings brought them.
:45:57
- The Ketterings?
- Yes. They stopped by.
:45:59
- Here?
- Yes.
:46:01
- We're supposed to have dinner with them.
- What do you know? JC Kettering himself?
:46:05
Yes.
:46:07
Well, it's out. The way you feel,
the whole idea's silly.
:46:12
Old JC, king of the VPs.
:46:15
- He seems to think you're hot stuff, too.
- He does?
:46:19
Well, that doesn't alter this
one way or the other.
:46:22
Still, we have to eat somewhere.
Just a bite, maybe.
:46:26
I'll tell you what, you lie down,
I'll get a shave and we'll decide later, OK?
:46:30
Now lie down.