Every Girl Should Be Married

You might as well relax, you can't change the world.

But why can't we sent them flowers and take them out to dinner.

Or why can't we call for them in our cars

and take them for a nice little drive in the country?

And run out of gas?

Maybe, if we wanted to.

Of course, I don't suppose I'll meet the right man today.

I may not even meet him this week.

I may not even meet him this year.

But believe me, when I see him, I'll know him.

When's Harry going to wait on us?

You order for me, Julie. I'm going to borrow some magazines.

What do you want to eat?

I don't know. It's such a wonderful spring day, I'll eat anything.

Thank you.

How many have you?

Hmm? Make a pardon?

These. How many have you?

My none, fortunately.

- Fortunately? - I'm not married.

- Let me have one. - All right.

- You all right? - That's right, thank you.

Smoking a pipe now, Anabel?

Charlie, haven't you anything better to do than be fresh?

Isn't he, darling?

Can't you just imagine his father?

Oh, Anabel, really?

I can picture him just as clearly as if he were right here in the store.

Say, if you see any nice noisy chances, let me know, will you?

Julie, look.

It's that dreamy little honeymoon cottage we saw out on Sycamore Lane that Saturday.

Well, of course it is. Do you remember?

Well, so it is.

Look at that big crunchy chair in front of the fire.

Can't you just see somebody in it?

So kind of pipey and booky and everything.

Oh, Julie.

This nursery, isn't it just perfect?

Now, I could knock out that wall and put a sun deck up there.

Now, all they have to do is show you a picture of a house and you move right in.

On what we get, less withholding and all those other...

Well, you may call it'll, it take you five years to buy that hobby horse.

Oh, sure, she's testing how well you plan things.

It's what I was talking to you about.

A girl has simply got to.

It's simply the difference between...

Well, it's just the difference between G.I. Joe and General Eisenhower.

Okay, General. Here's your chopped egg.

You forgot the sliced pickles.

Hi, Mr. Gogarty. They keeping you busy these days?

Don't spill anything on those magazines.

Some foolish customer might want to buy one.

You know something, Mr. Gogarty?

I'm going to buy this one myself.

Instead of banana cream pie.

It's about time.

Oh, yes.

These are the kind I'm looking for.

I'll take a dozen of them.

Nursing bottles, and he said he wasn't.

It's a great big lie. Of course he's married.

- Who's married? - Oh nothing, how should I know?

Don't you ever think of anything but getting married, Julie?

What?

Mrs. Children's and Infant's Way.

This is Blue Chantilly Lace over a navy blue crepe slip.

This is Roger Sanford and company, Miss King, not the Folies Bergère.

Yes, Mr. Spitzer.

Well, Susan, I hope you have a nice time at your birthday party.

Thank you.

Well, hello.

Hello.

You don't remember me, do you?

The girl in the drugstore the other day, you remember better babies.

The magazines.

Yes, of course, of course.

I'll send you the dresses as soon as they come in.

- Oh, hello. - Hello.

Well, now that we seem to know each other so well, perhaps you'd like to wait on me.

Oh, sure.

I'd like to see some booties.

Booties?

Good warm ones, the tie-on kind.

Well, we have these.

Are the booties for your nephew or something?

No.

These are very nice. They have fur.

Yes, so I see.

Now, there's a kind you advertise.

I believe you call them Winky Woolies.

Yes, we do.

These are the Winky Woolies.

Ah, yes, that's more like it.

Yes, that's precisely what I want.

- I'll take fourteen pairs. - Fourteen, my goodness.

Yes, nine pink and five blue.

- Please send them to Miss Hazel... - Miss Hazel?

Willebrand.

Have them wrapped as a gift and send direct to the Fernwood Children's Home.

Children's Home? Well, how perfectly sweet.

Why, that explains everything.

It does? Well, I'm glad.

- Charging to me, if you will, Doctor... - Doctor?

Yes, Doctor Madison W. Brown, 710 North Rexford Drive.

Oh, I think that's just wonderful.

I mean, about you being a doctor and curing people.

710 North Rexford Drive.

Us meeting again like this and everything.

It's a small world, isn't it?

Isn't it, though? Especially in April.

Well, thanks for everything, but...

When you come in again, I'm always here.

Miss Anabel Sims.

And we have darling things since you like babies so much.

Well, as a matter of fact, I don't. I don't like them at all.

I think they're nausea little nuisances.

Oh, look out. Hey, you all right?

You almost made a first down.

Now, before you bring these youngsters of yours in here again...

I want to make sure there's something the matter with them...

so that I can send you a bill.

You probably will anyway.

Come along, boys. We got no sympathy here.

Well, say hello to Hank.

Tell him he's a much better father than he is a poker player.

- Bye. - Goodbye, Dr. Brown.

Well, what are you doing? You're not through yet.

- You've got another patient. - What?

She telephoned. She rushed right over.

It's 6:15.

I've been up to my knees in tiny tots all day.

The only time she can get here. She said she'd have to see you.

But I've got a dinner date with Carolyn Davis at 7 o'clock.

Well, you'll be late.

Now, you go right back to that office and behave yourself.

Oh, stop making a noise like a woman, Mary, and running my life.

Oh my, why didn't I become a night watchman...

or a flag pole sitter or somebody with regular hours instead of a baby doctor?

Stop calling yourself a baby doctor.

You're a pediatrician.

I'm the best one in town, if I do say so myself.

Now, reach into that bottom drawer marked bills...

and help yourself to a thousand dollars.

Now, look, Mary, whoever it is, try to put them off...

until tomorrow or something.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, good evening.

Good evening.

You alone?

Well, yes, of course.

This visit, I thought you and I might just have a little talk.

Well, it's...

Oh, I'm sorry it's late, but I just couldn't get here any sooner.

And I wouldn't dream of seeing anybody but you.

You wouldn't? Why? Who sent you?

Why, no one at all.

You see, you're the only doctor I know really well.

Oh.

When did all this take place?

My goodness, don't you know?

Winky Woolies.

Oh, yes.

Sanford's department store.

How could I ever forget you?

Well, thank you.

Come on in.

- Won't you sit down? - Thank you.

Huh.

Now, let's begin at the beginning, shall we?

Now, suppose we have the little patient's name.

Anabel.

A-N-A-B-E-L.

Mm-hmm.

Anabel.

Last name?

Sims.

Mm-hmm.

- Sex, female. - Well, of course.

Sad and sakes.

- Age? - Pretty young.

Just a little over 20, but...

That's close enough, thank you.

Now, tell me, exactly what have you observed?

Well, I guess you might call it insomnia.

Well, we'll see.

Have you any idea what causes this, what you guess I might call insomnia?

I don't know.

It might be emotional.

Kind of improbable.

Have you noticed any breaking out, rashes, chafing?

No, no, no. Nothing at all.

Not a mark. Any place.

That's good.

Yes, isn't it?

How about digestion?

Oh, excellent.

Practically starving right at this moment.

Cry a lot?

Once in a while.

Well, I'll tell you, Mrs. Sims, if you'd bring little Anabel...