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I'm not upset because you had a date last night with that oily assistant manager of Hogan Brothers. I know that, Anki. You're just upset because you had dates with him five nights in a row. Well, she has to be diplomatic. After all, Mr. Kraus is her boss. Hey, Anki. Yes, Leroy. Why don't you give her a job in the water department? They're going to be diplomatic to you. Leroy, I don't have to go to such lengths to get ahead of Hogan Brothers' assistant manager. I don't understand what she sees in that Kraus anyway. Him and his slick hairdo. He's nearly as handsome as I am. Well, is he? Do I have to answer that? I think Miss McKinley is very easily impressed, Anki. After all, she considers an assistant manager a very important person. Well, let's not forget that I'm City Water Commissioner. That makes me a pretty important person, too. Oh, let's face it, Anki. You're just a politician. And this year, there are a diamond dozen. Leroy. Even with inflation. It only goes with that fellow because he knows a few prominent people. Well, you know prominent people, Anki. There's Mr. Bullard right across the street. Well, yes. Bullard's the biggest man in town. Been my neighbor for years. Well, George, I'll be glad when good old Bullard gets back from his vacation. Why? He won't even talk to you. Well, I'll admit we haven't always seen eye to eye. He's never liked you since the time you waited until the wind was right and then burned that old tire. Perhaps I shouldn't have done that. Bullard's a good man. A good, important man. Yes, sir. I'll have to cultivate him this winter. Never mind, Bertie. I'm right here by the phone. Quiet. Uh, what can I do for you, Mr. Bullard? Long distance. Besides, Bertie... Leroy, why don't you go outside? Mr. Bullard wants to talk to you on the phone. He does? Anything else I can do for you? Yeah. Well, he probably thought I was too busy. Uh, I think you should let Bertie do it. What's this, my dear? Well, if he wanted you to do it, he'd have asked you. No, Margie, let's not be budding into other people's business. What a character! I think I'll drop into Hogan Brothers first and see Glory. Yeah, they wouldn't hurt to take her out to Bullard's and let her watch me open the house. Right, George, I'll show her who knows important people. Morton, what are you doing so far away from the water department? Oh, just attending some important business for an important friend of mine. Oh, who? Ever hear of Romsen Bullard? Mr. Bullard, I should say so. He's one of our big accounts. Well, that's the kind of people I know. The big account people. Is he really a friend of yours? Called me from Canada this morning. Long distance. He did? At least I was very home from Canada. Look, I even have the key to his house. I've seen Mr. Bullard's home. It's enormous. Well, it doesn't look so big to me. Of course, I've been over there so often. I drove past at the other night with Mr. Krauss. Oh, him. Well, when you're with me, you don't have to drive past. How'd you like to go inside? Oh, I'd love to. If you'd care to drive out someplace for lunch with me, we can stop there on the way. I promised Mr. Bullard I'd check. See if everything's all right in the house. Turn on the refrigerator. It's a date. Great. I haven't had lunch with a handsome man for some time. You would about that assistant manager. Oh, Frock Morton. Mr. Krauss doesn't mean anything to me. No, Gloria, you go out with him nearly every night. But this is daytime. I'll meet you at Mr. Bullard's house. You'll meet me there? Why don't you go with me? Well, I'm not sure just when I can get off for lunch. Oh, well, see you out there then. Wait a minute. You don't have a car. I'll borrow Mr. Krauss's. What? Oh, well, I'll be waiting on the porch. Ta-da! Bar! Well, what's the wrong with that? She's meeting me on Hogan Brothers' time and Krauss's gasoline. Robinson Bullard's from Forge. I don't know anyone who has a better right to be here. Guess who called me long distance today. Oh. Robinson Bullard. Oh. He wanted me to do him a favor. What, leave town before he gets here? Certainly not. He told me where to kept the key to the house and asked me to go in and turn on the refrigerator. Kind of sees that everything's all right, that is. Well, have you done it? I'm not ready yet. Oh. Why do you stand me on the porch swinging Bullard's key for? You want everybody to think you're a friend of his? Judge, you know me better than that. I'm not the kind who goes around trying to impress people. It's your little friend, Ms. McKinley. Come in, Gloria. Judge, how about showing off? Oh, I wouldn't leave now for the world. I like to be around fellows who don't try to impress people. Oh, goat. How do you do, Ms. McKinley? Judge, are you a friend of Mr. Bullard, too? Well, I happen to be his attorney. Open the door, Gail Dan. Let's go in. Yes, yes. I'm just mad about big, beautiful home. I'm just mad about big, beautiful homes like this. Well, I'm a little blasé about it, I guess. Living across the street and all. That's for you, Gloria. Oh, thanks. More balls. Well, Romsen doesn't take chances with his fine tapestries and Persian rugs. Gloria, the tapestries are those rugs on the wall. No, we have them at the store. Nothing like these, of course. You wait until you see Bullard's antiques. They're very old. Why would you, Gail Dan, I'd turn on the refrigerator and get out. You know how fussy Romsen is about his house. Judge, I'm just showing Gloria around. Now, this is the death. Who? Closed closet. You need somebody to show you around. Judge, why don't you open that door, the one that leads outside? Yeah, I think I will. If you're going to be poking around in here, I want no part of it. Goodbye, Judge. Come on, Gloria, I want to show you the dam. All right. Yeah, let's see. There's a big desk in there. Oh, well, that's Bullard's study. Why, what a lot of books. Yeah, let's go in and study. Drop more. What a gorgeous desk. Yeah, solid mahogany. I can just see you behind the desk like this. Well, why don't I sit behind it? Oh, Throckmorton, you look so low and important. Pull up a chair and take a letter. How can I refuse? You're the boss. Brother, am I making progress? I'll even use Mr. Bullard's gold pen. Add a girl. Assistant manager, turn in your carnation. I'm ready, sir. You're so right. Dear Miss McKinney. Yeah, let's scratch that out. Just make it. Darling. Throckmorton. Have you got that? No ink in the pen. Oh, well, here's a whole bottle full. Royal purple. Yeah, it'll get the top off. Careful, Throckmorton. Oh, jeek. Oliver Bullard's rug. Hello, brother. Purple ink. You think Mr. Bullard will care? Care? This person rug? I mean, where's my handkerchief? Good blotter. Oh, no, you dropped more. No, what a shame. Priceless rug. It's a good thing you know Mr. Bullard. So what? 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If you'd let Bertie go over and turn on the refrigerator in the first place, it wouldn't have happened. Well, I wanted to do Mr. Bullard a favor. I want us to be good friends. You're making a fine start. Oh, my dear, I'm afraid I haven't time to discuss it anymore. The ink's drying. Bertie! Indication! Tell Bertie where the ink spot is. I'll just find out how to remove it. Bertie? Yes, sir? How do you go about removing an ink spot? An ink spot? Well, you might say a good-sized ink stain. Besides the whole bottle it would make. Oh, if it's that bad, I'd go down to Mr. Peasey and get some ink removed. You don't have much time, Bertie. You must have some home remedies for taking out ink spots. Well, they say one way to remove ink spots is to soak them in milk. Milk? Of course, I haven't dried it, but I hear it works. But Bertie, even if the ink comes out, you want the milk leave a stain? Yes, sir. But if you want to get the milk stains out, you can use coffee. Coffee? Of course, I haven't dried it, but I hear it works. Well, I know darn well coffee leaves a stain. I spill it in my tie all the time. Well, there's ways of getting out coffee. Oh? If you want to remove coffee stains, you brush them with glycerin. Oh, my goodness. Of course, I haven't dried it, but I hear it works. Bertie, wouldn't glycerin leave a greasy spot? Well, if you want to chase a grease spot, you sprinkle on some talcum powder. Talcum powder? You sprinkle it on, rub it in, and take it up with a vacuum flint. But Bertie... Of course, I haven't dried it, but I hear it works. Yes, yes. Bertie, I'm in a hurry. Yes. You want me to get you the milk, the coffee, the glycerin, the talcum powder, and the vacuum cleaner? No, thanks. I'll go down to Pee-Vee's. Bilt your mink, did you? Yes, ma'am. I haven't time to go into that. I have to get the spots out before Bullard comes home today. What's Mr. Bullard got to do with it? The ink is on his rug. Hurry up, Pee-Vee. What's your ink doing on his rug? It's not my ink, it's his ink. I went over to Bullard's to turn on his refrigerator, and I spilled it on his Persian rug. My, my, does Mr. Bullard have a Persian rug under his refrigerator? What's happened in his library? He keeps a refrigerator in the library? In his library with Miss McKinley. Oh, you two were raiding the refrigerator. You're not selling me some ink remover. Well, I'd like to, Mr. Gildersley, but it just happens, and I've sold the last bottle. Why didn't you tell me that when I came in? You didn't ask me. Oh, my goodness. You just asked me what would take out the spots. You didn't ask me if I had any. Pee-Vee. But since I don't have any, I'll tell you what will take them out. Oh, what? Milk. Zeke. Of course. I haven't tried it, but I hear it works. Whatever I do, I have to work fast. See you later, Pee-Ve. Mr. Gildersley. Yes? If you don't mind my asking, just what was Miss McKinley doing at Mr. Bullard's house? She came in to help me turn on the refrigerator. It's true, Pee-Ve. Besides, you have no right to meddle in my affairs. I know what I'm doing. No, no, I wouldn't say that. But I'm working against the deadline. Bullard's train comes in at six o'clock. You'll be walking in that front door at five after. How much could he sue you for if you don't take out this spot? Well, you know, let's not speculate. Get busy. Okay. You pour the bottle of milk on the spot, and I'll scrub with this brush. Just hope the milk doesn't leave a stain. It's a brown raw gunk. Maybe we should use chocolate milk. Pour the milk. Okay. And I'll scrub a little in the seat. More milk, please, Roy. Now, give it a good scrub. Hand me one of Mr. Bullard's towels. Sure. Yeah, they'll do the trick. Coming out of the rug, the towel is turning purple. I'll say. Hand me some more towels. Here you are. I have to get the ink out of the towel. Get the ink out of the sponge, or get the heck out of it. Roy, that's a morbid thought. I'll go see who it is. You left the primary treatment together. I happened to run across a stray bottle of ink from over. Well, thanks, Pee-Pee, but everything's been taken care of. I'm using the washing machine. You got the rug in the washing machine? It's a long story, Pee-Pee. Let's forget it. Okay. We're nearly there, Pee-Pee. How are you doing, LeRoy? Looking through the glass and the washing machine, I'd say I need a little more soap. I think I'll open the door and dump some in. Are you supposed to open the door with the machine running? Why not? We had a married time over there this afternoon. It serves him right, Bertie. He should let you, Galbraith, turn on Mr. Bullard's refrigerator. I wonder why he don't want Mr. Gelfrey's in his house. Oh, he's just allergic to Anki. I'm in some dry clothes. Did you get the ink out of Mr. Bullard's rug? Oh, that was nothing. Too much soap. By George, I got everything slicked up and needed as a pin. Bullard will never know anything happened. You got through just in time. Mr. Bullard's over there now. See, come to think of it. He doesn't even know I did a little favor for him. I better go over and tell him. Hey, if Mr. Bullard and I are going to be friends, he should know when I do him a favor. You won't have to go over, Auntie. Here he comes across the street. Well, great. I'll open the door for it. Just about to come over and tell you that I personally took care of things at your house today. Oh, I didn't think it was Bertie. Oh? Something wrong, Mr. Bullard? Yes. Well, I was sure I got all the ink out of your rug. Ink on my Persian rug. Naturally, we got a little on your towels, but we washed them all out. You washed my towel. When the washing machine overflowed, we didn't let it go beyond the butler's pantry. Well, this is news. You mean you didn't know? No. No, I didn't. Then, Mr. Bullard, what are you angry about? Gilded sleeve. You forgot to turn on my refrigerator. 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