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Well, it's red hot, but I didn't get it from the fire department. I haven't bought it yet. You haven't? I want to see if everybody likes it. We like it. That's some chariot. Will it fit in the garage? When you have a car like this, Bertie, you usually park it out front where everybody can see it. Yeah. The man said I could take it for $500 down and $92.46 a month for three years. Wow. But everybody hasn't seen it yet, my boy. Who else is there? Well, I thought I'd drive around the corner and let Mrs. Ransom take a gander at it. After all, she'll be riding it, too. Yeah, sir. So that's why you're getting it. Not at all. Sydney Tuttle has you worried. This car worried Mr. Sydney Tuttle. How's me, y'all? Leroy Sydney Tuttle doesn't worry me one bit. I'm gonna walk with Tuttle and ride in a fire engine red car with a water commissioner. There's nothing more I can do about it. Yeah, I mean... You mean you've shut the works, huh? Yeah. I think I'll drive around to Lila's house and see how she likes it. Well... Anybody interested in dropping me off at the market in their fire engine red automobile? Well, hop in and we'll show it to Lila on the way to the market. Oh, boy. Thank you, sir. Mr. Gil, please go and leave Mr. Tuttle way behind in the dust. Yep. He's through. My boy, Sydney, never really got started. He's hardly known Lila a week. She's been my girl for years. Step on it, huh? Leroy, I'm turning a corner. Just to be a surprise, I want to sneak up on you. In a car, is this Lila on the porch? No, sir. That's a cleaning woman. Oh. Hey, Mr. Tuttle. Leroy, you must be mistaken. Oh. You're Sydney all right. I wonder what he's doing beating Lila's rug at 10 o'clock in the morning. Maybe he's off his rocker. Maybe he's... Maybe he's smarter than Mr. Gil's leaves party was. Maybe if I'm smart, I won't buy this car. One who's being taken for a ride that I have work to do. If I were you, I'd worry about it. Please, Leroy, sit down and be quiet. I'm going to sharpen my pencil and get to this watery boy. Aren't you jealous? My boy, a long time ago, I learned to put first things first. When there's work to be done, I do it. I put Sydney and Mrs. Ransom completely out of my mind. Yes, my boy. You're sharpening your fountain pen. It's a natural mistake. They look alike. Oh, brother, and you're not worried. Now, let's see. Where was I? You're sharpening your fountain pen. Okay. Now then. Come on over there. I'll do no such thing. Now, let me concentrate on this report. Okay. That's ridiculous. Yeah? He was beating the rug, wasn't he? If Mila has anything to tell me, she can phone me. She probably can't face you. Well, she's done something she's ashamed of. Such as eloping. It's up to her to get in touch with me. After all, I'm her best boyfriend. Maybe Sydney won't let her. Try to keep it from telling me if they eloped. You're right. I'll get on the phone. That's the last thing. Coming all the way from Savannah just to run away with Sydney. Yeah. She can't do that to me. Give me that phone. No. Of course, I may be assuming too much. Mila may have some simple explanation. To speak to Mrs. Ransom. Oh, it's you, Throck. Yeah. Is that you, Sydney? What's happened over at Lila's? You think I'll stop it and pee? What can I do for you today? Nothing. I don't want to buy a thing. I don't want to buy a thing. I think I'll sit for a while. Very well. It's just nice to look for you. What did you say, Peavey? No, I was just asking myself a question. Maybe I can answer it. I've already answered it. I could use a little information, Peavey. Very well. I'll put some information in a bottle. What? Park it up and now it'll be sixty-ten. Peavey. Oh, my goodness. Peavey, you don't know what information I want. You don't know what I put in a bottle, either. What do you want to know, Mr. Gildersley? Well, have you seen Lila lately? Yes, and I saw her on the street yesterday. Oh, what'd she have to say? I didn't speak to her. In fact, I had pretended I didn't see her. Why, Peavey? Mrs. Peavey was with me. What difference would that make? Well, the last time Mrs. Peavey and I met Mrs. Rancham on the street, she chucked me under the chin and said, Hello, you sweet little old man you. She did? Mrs. Peavey has never let me hear the last of that. Peavey, I'm a little worried. Mrs. Rancham, I thank you. Yeah. Guess what I saw this morning? No telling. I passed Lila's and saw Sydney tattle out in the yard beating her rug. How's that? That's right. Oh, I suggest that they may be married. What do you think, Peavey? Well, I know I've never beat any rubs until after I married Mrs. Peavey. On the other hand, I can't imagine a clever woman like Mrs. Rancham buying a license for an irresponsible fellow like Sydney. Yeah, she'd have to pay for everything all right. But Lila's pretty discerning. Yes, she is. She was going to marry anybody around here. She'd pick me. No, I wouldn't say that. Peavey, you're no help. Well, Mr. Jones-Clean, if I was just ross up at you, I'd hightail it over there and find out what's happened. Uh-oh, I won't have to. Here comes Lila. What? No, it's fine, thank you. You sweet little old man. I thought you'd at least call, Lila. Well, I did call. I left a message. But the person who answered the phone apparently didn't want me to talk to you. It must have been the cleaning woman. It was not a woman. I drove by your house this morning, but I could see it wasn't the time to stop. Well, good gracious, why not? Lila, how does it happen that Sydney Tuttle is taken over at your house? Said me. Answering the phone, beating the rug. I declare, I do believe you're jealous. Me? Jealous? I have the jealous bone in my body. We've just been wondering what this is all about. Haven't we, Peavey? Yeah. But it hasn't worried me for one minute. As it pleases. Lila, it's rumored. At least I've heard that something terrible has happened. Really? Tell me the truth. Have you and Sydney eloped? So too, but have you? I haven't eloped since I was a flighty slip of a girl. But Lila has settled down since then. My, my... Did that answer your question, Schrockmott? Not exactly. What is Sydney doing over at your house? Well, Schrockmott, you know what a dreadful condition the place was in when I came back from Savannah after four years, and Sydney was gallant enough to offer to move some of the heavy furniture and do a few things the cleaning woman and I couldn't do. Is that all? A good girl doesn't have to fall in love with every piano mover that comes along. Well, you see, Peavey, you were worried about nothing. Me? I thought that you'd been so concerned about me, but you should know after all these years, the place you have in Lila's infection... Isn't Lila a little wonderful, Peavey? Well, Miss Peavey isn't here yet. And Schrockmott, you're pretty wonderful yourself. Thank you. By the way, what kind of cigars do you smoke? Me? Here's your brand right here, Mrs. Ransom. I'll take the whole box. Very well. Lila, you shouldn't do that. I want to do something nice. Oh, Sydney is working so hard. What? And I forgot the name of the cigars he likes, but he says he smokes your brand. Wouldn't you like to feast your family with the most delicious spice cake you've ever baked? A lighter, fluffier kind of spice cake created in the famous craft kitchens? It's spicy with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg, but it owes its feathery, moist texture to one special ingredient, new, lighter-bodied craft oil. When you use craft oil as your liquid shortening, you'll be thrilled with what happens. Craft oil is made by an exclusive superfinding process. It's an oil unlike any other you've ever used before. Lighter-bodied craft oil blends better and faster with other ingredients. Shortening is distributed evenly throughout the batter. There's shortening in every crumb of your cake. 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Get over there and start cleaning. Here's your wide cover-off, Miss Gilda Sleeve. Oh, thank you, Bertie. I can't understand why Lila didn't ask me if she needed help. Well, maybe Mr. Tubble just saw the opportunity and grabbed it. Lila's porch. That Mr. Tubble's fast on his feet. If you're going to keep up with him, you've got to keep on the move. Yeah, I guess so, Bertie. Yes, sir. If you're going to win the race, you've got to beat a rabbit because Mr. Tubble ain't going to beat a turtle. What? Yes, sir, Mr. Gilda Sleeve, you've got to get up and go because Mr. Tubble ain't no turtle. Yeah, I know, Bertie. I know there's one thing you've got to be that, up and at him because Mr. Tubble ain't no turtle. Not at all. It's just a glance thing to do. Yeah. I'll be ready for the evening like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. Won't Lila be surprised when she sees me after she opens the door? Yeah, we don't need any milk today. I'm not the milkman. Oh, it's the waterboard. It's the way to the stone frog. I'm too such big, strong helper. Before... Let me do the thinking frog. Frigerator boys. This is as good as done. Sidney, grab the other end. A frock you have on the work clothes. Yeah, but... Come on, Lila. We'll hang the pictures in the parlor. Lila, I'm stuck with the stove. The kitchen, I'm going in the parlor too. Sidney isn't going to sidetrack me. I wonder if he's really hanging pictures. Does that look straight, Lila? Now you come and hold the picture. Do you mind if I put my arm around your shoulders while I tighten the wire? Silly way to hang a picture. I'll break this up. Lila! Well, I just had a good idea. Let's work on one room at a time. All of us. Why don't we do that? Then we can all be together. Yeah, that's a good idea. Throckmorton, you have on the dirty clothes. How about crawling behind the couch and plugging in this lamp cord? Well... Be careful, Throckmorton. You can get a shock with that cord. You can? It blows out the fuse. Go ahead, Throck. You try it this time. Nah. Rest of the room. Hey, let's put on a record. Silly, please stand aside. There's work to be done. Oh, this is just what you need, Throck. Chickens lay more eggs and cows give more milk when there's music. I'm not a... You're probably not a rumba dancer. Me, but we just must go... I'll plug in the lamp and blow the fuse. I'm going to see who cleans the basement. I wonder if his quarter had two heads. He's flying everywhere. There's a lot of work to be done, and I need your help so I can get back up there with Leela. He isn't lonesome. Past the window, they were moving the love seat. Oh, my goodness. Why do you put up with this, huh? Why don't you get rid of Sidney? My boy, that's easier said than done. Why don't you go upstairs and punch him in the nose? Well, he's been sticking so close to Leela, I might hit her. Yeah, and I can't give him any competition until the work is cleaned up. I'm scheduled to paint the kitchen woodwork next. Yeah? Why don't you go up and do that? Work looks nice. Yeah, just... Hey, what a fine boy. Yo, you deserve a reward. They take these coveralls home, and I think you'll find a dollar in one of the pockets. King! Oh, man. Yeah? So long, my boy. I've seen your blue side, Leela. Good idea. You deserve to relax, too. I think so. Just make me glad I came back to Summerfield. Me too. Throb my heart. Yes, Leela. Lean a little closer to me, will you? You bet. There's a little smidgen of cold dust on your cheek. Who? Where's my handkerchief? Let me dust it off. Now, hold still. I'm holding, but I can't hold out against that perfume. Oh, thinking how funny Sydney looked when he went home with that streak of wide paint on him. Well, let's forget about Sydney. Let's not spoil this wonderful evening. You two have worked so hard, I thought I'd invite you both for dinner. Both of us? Sydney said he'd come back later if he saw the lights on. He did. Excuse me while I plug in the lamp behind the couch. 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