Sunday in New York

New York on Sunday

Big city takin' a nap

Slow down it's Sunday life's a ball

Let it fall right in your lap

If you've got troubles

Just take 'em out for a walk

They'll burst like bubbles in the fun

Of a Sunday in New York

You can spend time without spending a dime

Watching people watch people pass

Later you pause and in one of the stores

There's that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You're both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you through the week

Comes true on Sunday in New York

Two hearts stop beating

You're both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you through the week

Comes true on Sunday

New York on Sunday

Comes true on Sunday

In New York

Be right with you.

Hi, Gladys. Your slip is showin'.

Hello?

Mm, hello, lover. Where are you?

Right here in New York with a whole Sunday off.

I don't believe you, lover.

They're gonna send you to Kalamazoo

on one of those emergencies.

Not a chance, baby. This is our day.

And at two o'clock, it's gonna rain like hell.

I just crossed through it over Cleveland.

It was the sexiest rainstorm you ever saw.

So how about, uh... breakfast?

Start the coffee, and I'll bring the bagels, okay?

Shall I bring anything else?

You can get into trouble talking like that on the telephone.

Bye-bye.

Gladys, give me a three-hour call on the next flight, will you?

All right.

Adam, leave a number where you can be reached today.

Something might turn up. I'm short a jockey.

Yes, sir.

And... and don't forget.

- It's happened before. - No, sir.

Do you want a ride into the city, Adam?

No. I have to change first.

Know anyone going near 65th street?

Yeah. Fred. You can meet him out front.

Good. Thanks, babe.

Taxi!

I'm going to 120 East 65th.

Hi, babe.

Eileen! Oh!

Oh, Adam! It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, kitty-cat.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry I didn't let you know I was coming.

- Is it okay? - Sure. Sure. Come on in.

Come on. Make yourself at home.

Well, how are the folks? Pop?

Oh, his back's better. He's playing golf again.

Oh, yeah. And, uh, mom?

Fine. They sent their love.

Oh.

Oh, uh, you and Russ Wilson set the date yet?

No. Not yet.

Well, don't keep him dangling. He might get away.

I've been counting on him, you know.

A rich brother-in-law could be mighty useful.

Yes, he can be.

Hey, uh...

somethin' wrong?

How goes the big romance department?

It doesn't go. It's gone.

Gone? Why'd you do that?

Oh, you're a nice, loyal brother.

Why did I do that?

What do you mean, he threw you over?

You're not as nice a brother as I thought,

but that's about it.

I'm surprised to hear that.

I... thought you two made a pair, I really did.

Yeah, so did I.

You shook up about it?

A lot?

I'm sorry, kitty-cat.

Oh, don't show it too much, though.

That's what Mom and Dad were doing.

Hey, you mind if I hang around a week or so?

I've taken a leave of absence.

No. Not at all. You know that.

Expecting somebody?

Hmm? No. Just a friend.

You know, Sunday morning. Might drop in.

Well, coffee? Tea?

Oh, I'd love some tea.

Anything else I could do to help you?

Yes, as a matter of fact, Adam, I have a question

to which I'd like an honest answer...

if you don't feel it's outside your province.

All right. What is it you'd like to know?

You ready?

Shoot.

Is a girl that's been going around with a fellow

a reasonable length of time

supposed to go to bed with him or not?

What kind of a question is that to ask?

Well, it keeps coming up all the time.

Well, it's not supposed to.

Well, it does and I need some sort of an answer, quick.

What do you mean, quick?

Tempus is fugit-ing

and I'd like to make my mind up.

Eileen, I...I must tell you I'm very surprised

to hear you talk like this.

I'm a little surprised myself.

Yeah, but that's not the kind of subject

you can bring up with strangers.

Well, shall I repeat the question? Is a girl...

No!

She is not supposed to go to bed with him.

Nice footwork. You should have been a lawyer.

I will rephrase my question.

Is she expected to?

Or, dear big brother,

as a living, breathing member of the enemy sex,

would you mind betraying your kind

just enough to tell me what the right procedure is

in ensnaring a... a suitable man

for the laudable purpose of making a home together

and a life with children and... and churchgoing

and growing old together

as is mentioned in both testaments

and many other highly respected sources?

Wow, when you get wound up, you really spout.

Do you talk like that with all your beaus?

Because if you do, that's your problem.

Well, at least that's constructive criticism.

Yeah, that might be one of my problems.

Eileen,

men marry decent girls.

That's the way it is

and that's the way it'll always be.

Hmm. The catch is in the word "decent."

It seems to have a comparative connotation

like the girl that was a little bit pregnant.

Yes, you have grown up.

Yeah, well, apparently not enough.

And it's my firm conviction

I'm the only 22-year-old virgin alive.

Well, you're not!

Well, that's what the boys tell me.

What boys?

The ones that take me out.

That used to take me out.

You've met bums, and cheap ones.

Are you a bum, Adam?

I don't think you are. Tell me.

How do you conduct yourself with the girls you go out with?

- Like a normal person. - Oh, answer my question.

Like a normal, decent person.

Oh, Adam, no. I'm very serious.

I want to be clear on what you're saying.

Tell me something. Do you, uh...

you go out with any particular girl right now?

There are a couple of girls I go with

more often than others.

A couple.

That's right.

Adam, what I am asking specifically is

have you slept with them?

Either of them?

No, I have not slept with them,

either of them.

Are you telling me the truth?

Yes.

- Sacred honor? - Sacred honor.

- Say it. - Oh, Eileen, that's Kki...

Sacred honor.

Boil in oil, walk through fire,

hope to die if I'm a liar.

Well, you've never lied to me that I know of.

I'm not lying now.

Well, we're the only two left in the world.

What's that?

Mother's robe.

What are you doing with it?

Before I could leave home,

I was obliged to take an oath on the Bible

that immediately I arrived I would spread mother's robe

in a prominent place in this apartment

on the nights that you weren't sleeping here.

Why?

Well, if I have any, uh, gentleman callers

they will see the robe and they will know