.l'll drag you out myself.
- One, two, three, four, five...
- I really think you would!
I'm out! I'm out!
You'll find the showers
just behind the second cottage.
Outside?
All the best homes have them outside.
I can't go out like this.
- Like what?
- Like this. I have no robe.
Here, use mine.
Thanks.
Make it snappy.
Wait, it's not my fault. You got the sleeve.
- Here are my puppets.
- Thanks.
Where'd you say the showers were?
Here's a towel.
Thank you.
You're kind of little, aren't you?
Where's the shower?
Your hair's cute like that.
You should never comb it.
I'll find it myself.
Are the showers in there?
They ain't out here.
Thank you.
Can't a body have a little privacy
around here?
You want a shower around here,
you'll stand in line.
Hi, sister. You remember me, Shapeley?
Say, I'm sorry about last night.
Didn't know you was married to that guy.
You should've told me right off.
High time you got back.
I met some very interesting women
at the showers.
We got chatting about this and that.
You know how time flies.
Come on. Sit down.
My, my. Scrambled eggs.
Egg. One egg. One donut, black coffee.
That's your ration till lunch.
Any complaints?
No. No complaints.
I'd have cream for your coffee,
but I'd be buying a whole pint.
You don't have to apologise to me.
You don't know how much
I appreciate all this.
What makes you so disgustingly
cheerful this morning?
Must be the spring.
I thought maybe "believe you me"
told you some more snappy stories.
No. He apologised for last night.
Said he didn't know we were married.
Just shows you how wrong a guy can be.
- Donut?
- Thanks.
You think this whole business is silly?
Running away and all.
No. Makes too good a story.
Yes, you do.
You think I'm a fool and a spoiled brat.
Perhaps I am.
Although, I don't see how I can be.
Spoiled people are used to
having their way.
I never have. On the contrary.
I've always been told what to do and how
to do it and when and with whom.
Can you believe, this is the first time
I've ever been alone with a man?
Yeah.
It's a wonder I'm not panic-stricken.
You're doing all right.
Thanks.
Nurses, governesses, chaperones,
even bodyguards. It's been a lot of fun.
One consolation,
you can never get lonesome.
It has its moments. It's become a sort of
game, trying to outwit father's detectives.
I did once. Actually went shopping
without a bodyguard.
It was swell. I felt absolutely immoral.
It didn't last long,
they found me in a department store.
I was so mad, I ran out the back way
and jumped into the first car I saw.
Guess who was in it?
Santa Claus?
Ghandi?
King Westley was in it.
- Is that how you met him?
- Yes.
We rode around all afternoon.
Father was frantic.
By 6:00,
he was having all the rivers dragged.
Where'd you learn to dunk,
in finishing school?
Now don't you start telling me
I shouldn't dunk.
Of course you shouldn't.
You don't know how.
Dunking is an art. Don't let it soak so long.
A dip and sock, into your mouth.
You leave it in too long,
it gets soft and falls off.
It's all a matter of timing.
I'll write a book about it.
Thanks, professor.
Just goes to show you. $20 million,
and you don't know how to dunk.
I'd change places with
a plumber's daughter any day.
How do I know who you are?
I never saw you before.
You can't go around bothering my tenants.
There's no girl by that name here.
How do I know you're detectives?
Show him your credentials, Mac.
Detectives.
That's father at work. Peter, what'll I do?
Maybe I can jump out of the window.
They won't see me.
Get yourself all mussed up.
Get your hair down over your eyes
and undo your buttons.
I got a letter from Aunt Bella last week.
She said if we don't stop over
in Wilkes-Barre, she'll never forgive us.
What are you talking about?
The baby's due next month.
They want us to come.
She saw your sister on the street
the other day. Said she's looking swell.
Come in.
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