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Going back to Chicago, me and the Nixie. Post in your newspaper, but I'd like my tickets, please. Oh, a reading about the Nixie. Sits on a fella's shoulder, tells him to go ahead and throw an egg in the electric fan. You mean that horrid comic strip character? Say, you ain't got an egg in your purse, have you? Yes, but I'm saving it for Easter. Now, I'd like my tickets to Chicago, please. My name is Dr. Lane. Say, you a medical man? Only around the edges of my diploma. The tickets, please. Lane, Lane. Say, got him here. Say, I'll take them. Nine, nine, up a nine. Easy to remember. Nine goes with Nixie. Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll go without them. Oh, but it isn't. Isn't what? All the same to me. Say, can I help you, bub? Yes, I'd like my tickets, please, birth to Chicago. You usually barge into other people's conversations. It all depends on the people, and I'll take you, friends. You'll do nothing of the kind? Attractive, slim ankles, neat legs. Oh, brother, a nylon salesman. Hey, got a reservation, bub? Yes, name's Michael Kent. Kent, Kent, say, you the fellow, what draws the Nixie? Yeah, I happen to be the fellow that does that. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, for eating that little fiend who goes around weeding people to destruction. Not destruction, freedom. You ought to listen to him sometime. Sorry, bub, no reservation. Pardon me, bub, but if I can just have my tickets, you and Mr. Kent can put your Nixies together and talk this thing over. Here's your ticket. Thank you. You're leaving? Just as fast as my slim ankles and neat legs can carry me. Just a warning, Mr. Kent, you and your Nixie might well conceivably be undermining the morals of this country. Well, what about yours, personally? Undermining my morals, Mr. Kent, is a job for a bulldozer. And not a Nixie. Goodbye. Interesting girl, it's too bad. I know where you can rent a cheap bulldozer, bub. Uh, no, no, just a birth to Chicago, please. Ain't got one. Say, I can hear that Nixie whispering in my ear now. Yeah, what does he say? Just found a birth to Chicago. Bub, I'm a Nymph. In upper nine. Nine goes with Nixie. Yes, sir? Can you believe her, please? Pardon me, Mr. If I could just... Uh-oh. Oh, no, not the Nixie again. My, my, you're sure a sight for sore eyes. Just keep your sore eyes off my ankles. Right, can I buy you a drink? No, no, thank you. I'm just waiting for my birth to be made up of. They're all cars, they're all trains. Tell me, conductor, it is a train, no? Well, it isn't the night boat to Albany. That blonde blizzard that just went by was Allura. Allura? Yes, she's the girl who wrote Biography of a Blonde, 315 pages and a different man on every page. Oh, now there's a girl with too many Nixies and her grape nuts. I had nothing to do with it. And by the way, what's your name? Dr. Susan Lane. Doctor? Why doctor? Well, it's really very simple. I call myself doctor because I'm a doctor. Selling much snake oil lately? I happen to be a psychiatrist. You mean you go around messing in people's minds? You don't have to worry, your mind's already a mess. Well, as a psychiatrist, what would you suggest? A slush pump connected between your ears. Well, I guess that settles my hash. Your hash, Mr. Kent, was settled the moment we met. And now, good night, I'm very tired. Good night. And Susan? Yes? Don't forget to dream of Nixies. Mr. Kent? Yes, Susan? Nuts to your Nixies. Conductor? Yes? Is this my birth? Let me see your ticket. Yes, car nine, birth nine. Nine goes with noodles. Noodles? I like noodles. Oh. You're going to be mighty crowded up there. I don't mind. When I was your age, neither did I. Let me help you out. Obscene, is he? Thank you. Now to get these darn curtains open. Doctor, there's a woman in my birth. That's your prize. It's just like a box of cracker jacks. And Susan? This is carrying a flirtation too far. Then get out of my birth and stop encouraging me. You take your place. Stop it. I'm getting into my birth. Well, you asked for it. It's my birth. It's my birth. Of course, it's both your birth. Cozy, isn't it? You both have the same birth. You're married, aren't you? We are not. Well, realize this puts me in an embarrassing position. Well, you want a swap? Why couldn't you have been married? Now I'll have to make out a report in triplicate. Okay, if it makes you feel any better, we're married. Good night. You stay out of here. Is that woman molesting you? I'm molesting him. I'll murder him. Murder? That's another report in triplicate. Hello, conductor. Can't you do something to straighten this thing out? Well, I'd like to, but I have to find a doctor on the train. Well, I'm a doctor. You? That blonde in drawing roommate, Allura, she tried to crawl out the window. Good heavens. Ooh, she's a wild one. But what made her wild? She says men did it. Oh, I know just what she means. All right, I'll get down. I'll take care of her. Let's go kill myself. It makes me sad. I'm Bolivian. When Bolivians are sad, it is terrible. Well, nothing is that terrible. Look at my life. Really? I love all my life. Really? I love only three men. Well, that's a pretty good average. But I killed them. Say, I've got one outside. You might get rid of it for me. I mean, did you say you killed them? Yes, I kissed them. And that killed them? Yes. Bolivia must be quite a country. I kissed them and they died. Right in your arms? No, they wait a while. Then they get hit by trucks. Trucks? They all have accidents. Oh, but Allura, you can't blame yourself for that. Oh, yes. Three times the men belong to other women. The women blame me because their men are killed. It is my fault. I kissed them to death. Ah, that's ridiculous. You're merely the victim of an unfortunate coincidence. Oh, no. When Allura loves another woman's man, whoof, he dies. So? I kill myself and remove the menace. I see. Allura, as a psychiatrist, I find your neurosis comparatively simple. All you have to do is kiss a man who's attracted to you. And when he continues in good health, you'll know that your neurosis has been completely cured. It's like taking an aspirin. I want no aspirin. I want page one. Page one? Of my book. Oh. I make him up. He is my favorite. He is a beautiful hunk of man. So handsome and tall. Come in. Susan, it's cold out on the observation platform in my pajamas. Why don't you get off and run for a while? What are you going to use the birth? No, I'm not. I'll be staying here all night until we get to Chicago. Ah. He is beautiful. Allura, what are you staring at? Him. Me? You. Why? You are my page one. You are my box of aspirins. Allura. Allura, this is Michael Kent. Hello, Georges. Stay away from me. Stand still, aspirin. Aspirin, aye? Mr. Kent, I just had a wonderful idea. You stay away from me, too. How would you like to have dinner tomorrow night? With you? At my apartment. You have crossed me double. Well, thank you. The, uh, Nixie did it, huh? Yes. For what I have in mind, he certainly did. Ah, then it's settled. Um, good night. Good night. So, you are fiddling in my box of aspirin. You're the one who's going to have dinner with the aspirin. What? It's a plan. I won't even be there. No? He's all yours, from his knees to his Nixies. Why do you do this for me? Because I'm a psychiatrist and I think that Mr. Kent is the proper treatment for you. It'll remove your neurosis. Uh, no other reason. Well, it'll also remove Mr. Kent. I happen to know that he's bothering a certain woman. Oh, he bothers me, too. Well, he bothers her in a different way. For this, I send you stupendous gifts. Just the usual fees. I send you flowers, lilacs. I love lilacs. I send you so many lilacs. You will hate lilacs. Um, this is psychiatry wonderful. You'll have a treatment. Mike will have a romance in me. Yes. I'll have lilacs. You know, I think I ought to see a good psychiatrist. 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Here's wishing your whole family a daily holiday trip to everywhere by RCA Victor Television. America's first, America's finest, America's favorite. Now, back to the Screen Director's Playhouse production of She Wouldn't Say Yes, starring Rosalind Russell in her original role of Dr. Susan Lane with High Aberback as Michael Kent. Yes, sir. I'm Michael Kent. Oh, yes, sir, come in. I'm Albert. The young lady's on a terrace. Oh, and Susan hasn't forgotten. I don't mean Dr. Lane, sir. She said she'd be delayed. Well, then who's on the terrace? See for yourself, sir. And Mr. Kent. Yes, Albert. Heaven help you, sir. Little box of aspirin. Huh? Mike, kiss me. Albert. Oh, you are coward. You are not prepared to die. What makes you think I'll die? Kiss me and find out. Albert. Mikey. Albert. Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. Albert! Look, Blondie, I've got other plans. Dr. Lane. Oh, her. She described you for me. She... For what? To cure me of killing everyone I kiss. That's a pretty bad habit. Kiss me. No. Kiss me. I've got my future to think about. Kiss me. My insurance isn't paid up. No! No! Kiss me! No! You have a healthy appetite. Oh, hi. It's a wonderful dinner, Albert puts up. I got hungry running away from that blonde. Oh, did she give you much trouble? Trouble? How do you think those footprints got on the wall? Well, a charming girl, isn't she? Look, I know all about your little plot. She left in a huff. Claimed her aspirin was bad. Oh, fine. You're letting your own stubbornness come between this girl and her neurosis. I explained to Elora that the treatment wouldn't work. You see, I don't belong to anyone. And her neurosis is a fear of killing another woman's man. However... Now, don't say however with that wild gleam in your eye. If I have to belong to someone, it might as well be you. Well, the Nixie's are in again. That's perfectly natural. I haven't ever fallen in love with you. Let's try an experiment. Really, Mr Kent? Yes, really. I'll put my arms around you. Now, Mr Kent, as a psychiatrist... And hold you very close. Well, technically, this isn't an experiment. Let's not get technical. Listen. Listen to what? The Nixie. I don't hear any... Oh... Now, go ahead and talk like a psychiatrist. Excuse me. I don't know what to say. Then talk like a woman. Yes, sir. Mr Kent, I think you'd better leave. You don't really think so, but I will. Temporarily. Good night, Susan. That's ridiculous. There's no such thing. Okay, have it your way. Why didn't you kiss him some more? Don't be revolting. Why not? You're revolting. You're revolting against the things you want to do. Think it over, kiddo. Alura! He waited for you. I see from Taxi. It is you he wants. You see, we'll just have to find someone else for your treatment. I don't want someone else. He explained, your neurosis can only be cured by men who belong to other women. And Mike doesn't belong to anyone. The treatment doesn't have any teeth in it. I take him without teeth. Why do you want him for yourself? Me? No, that's fantastic. Okay, but if you don't help me, I will help myself. Oh, no, no, no, don't do that. What then? Well, I'll let him think he belongs to me. Then you can do what we plan. And I will send you lilacs. Good night, Doctor. Good night. Are you back again? Pretty trick you pulled there. Pretending to Alura you don't want Mike for yourself. I was not pretending. Okay, okay. I'm only a nixie. What do I know? I'm turning that blonde loose on him. What do you mean giving me that? You must think I'm so much in love I'm out of my senses. You're talking to a nixie, aren't you? My, my, what impressive offices you psychiatrists have. The surroundings, Mr. Kent, aren't important. I've asked you to drop around because of our psychiatric problem. I don't have any psychiatric problem. But I have. Oh, it's a trouble. Nixies. Nixies? I hear them. Well, just lie down on the couch. Oh, thank you, Doctor. Now, you wait just a minute, Doctor. Certainly not. This is serious. You hear nixies. What do they say? Oh, terrible things. It's like what? Like I'm in love with you. Oh, that is terrible. You know, I, I want to try that experiment again. Experiment? Yes, the... Oh, the experiment. Yes, fine, fine. Relax. I'm re... Oh, good lord, I like it. This thing can be definitely habit-farming. Well, Susan, that's the general idea. They call the habit marriage. Mike. Susan. Well, Doctor, aren't you overdoing it a little? Huh? All quiet, Elora. I just asked her to marry me. So soon, Doctor Lane? Oh, you're wonderful. What does she mean? So soon? Well, last night, she'd tell me she would fix it, and she belonged to you so your teeth would be in my treatment. Is this true, Susan? Oh, that's the trouble with those darn nixies. They get you into these things and then they disappear. All right, Susan, have it your way. Blondie, it's nice to be wanted. Let's go. Okay, George. But, Mike, you're risking your life if you go with her. Well, it's a wonderful way to die. Yes. And if you cure me, I send the Doctor lilacs. Yeah, just what the Doctor ordered. Doctor Lane. Please, Albert, I'd like to be alone. The boy from the forest delivered these flowers. Lilacs. Lilac bushes. Bushes? Oh, that's terrible. All right, Albert, that did it. Thank you, sir. You? How do I look with lilacs in my hair? Why don't you go back to your blonde? Oh, I ditched her to go and buy these lilacs. I straightened everything out. Oh, Mike. Mike, I'll never be well-balanced again. I'll be irrational and illogical and very much in love. So, you do it again. Oh, no, no. Alluret, now you go get yourself another aspirin. He is my aspirin. He is mine. He is mine. Oh, no, he isn't. Boy, this is living. You take your eyes off him. Oh, no, I won't. Oh, yes, you will. Oh, no, I won't. Alluret, you are a spoiled brat. Ah, your father's mustache. A Bolivian from Brooklyn. Buck the jike back there. You got him, sister. It doesn't work in Brooklyn, anyway. Well, Susan, now that you've got me... Come here, George. Just... kiss me. Huh? My little box of aspirin. Uh, Susan, remember, you're a psychiatrist. Ah, your father's mustache. Oh, Susan. Boy, it's done. See you in the funny papers. Who's got time for funny papers? What, darling? Just to kiss me. You have just heard the last act, and she wouldn't say yes. And our star, Rosalind Russell, with guest screen director Alexander Hall, next Friday, the screen director's play house brings you two stars in a domestic comedy of terrors. Our story is Mr. Blandings builds his dream house. And our stars are one of Hollywood's most charming couples, Carrie Grant and Betsy Drake, with screen director H.C. Potter. Now, here we get our tonight's star, Rosalind Russell. You know, I was certainly relieved when you finally said yes. Why, Jimmy, you should have expected that right along. Now, fiction's just like real life. We girls may stall for a while, but really, our motto is always double or nothing, especially in June. Yes, especially in June is right. You know, it seems as if all the kids I know are getting married this month. Well, it's that way every year. When June is busted, I'm busted buying wedding presents. Well, there's a remedy for that this year, Rhys. Just give every young couple the finest and the least expensive automatic phonograph ever made. R.C.A. Victor's new Victrola 45. Now, that is an idea, Jimmy. I remember I only paid $29.95 for my Victrola 45. It's a marvelous buy. Oh, it certainly is. But when it comes to marvelous buys, you ain't heard nothing yet. Now, Jimmy, do be careful of your English. It might be somebody's mother tongue. Well, all right, I'll try to put it a little more elegantly. In honor of the first anniversary of the evolutionary 45 RPM system of recorded music, R.C.A. Victor dealers are now offering a special anniversary album of ten delightful records, along with every Victrola 45 purchased for the usual price of the Victrola 45 alone. Only $29.95. You were right, Jimmy. I hadn't heard nothing yet. Now, what is in the album? Twenty-four examples of the music America loves best, Rhys, on ten records. By such favorite R.C.A. Victor performers as Vaughan Monroe, Freddie Martin, the Boston Pops, Tommy Dorsey, everything from Ave Maria by Perry Como to the donkey serenade by Alan Jones. Well, you might say, Jimmy, my favorite music for my favorite man or girl. Right, Rhys. And another favorite with every young couple is the low price of 45 records. It started at only 46 cents a piece. Well, now that's just about what my young friends will be able to spend per person, per week, perhaps. Jimmy, as far as I'm concerned, you've solved the wedding present problem for both the giver and the givvy. Thank you. Yes, and that's what Americans by the million are saying, Rhys. Thanks to R.C.A. Victor for bringing the finest recorded music ever achieved within the easy reach of even the newest American family. I think it's only fair now that you should meet the Nixie in person. On the set, if she wouldn't say yes, he was the voice at our shoulder that whispered strange and beautiful commands. Actually, he's part Nixie, part Pixie, and every inch a director. For he's the fellow who's created such fine entertainment as Little Miss Marker. Here comes Mr. Jordan and the great lover. Ladies and gentlemen, Alexander Hall. Thank you, Rhys. You know you weren't so far wrong when you compared a Nixie to a director. After all, a Nixie is just a guy who goes around releasing the inner impulses of other people. And the director? Well, our job is pretty much the same. Only call the inner impulses talent. And, Rhys, you've got enough of that to occupy a whole nest of Nixies. I only hope I'll be one of them again soon. Good night, Rhys. Good night, everyone. And good night to you, Alexander Hall and Rosalind Russell. Remember next week, Carrie Grant and Betsy Drake and Mr. Blandings builds his dream house with screen director H.C. Potter, brought to you by R.C.A. Victor, world leader in radio, first in recorded music, first in television. She wouldn't say yes, was presented through the courtesy of Columbia Pictures, producers of no-sad songs for me, starring Margaret Sullivan, Wendell Corey, and Vivica Linfors. Rosalind Russell can currently be seen as the star of the Columbia Pictures comedy, Woman of Distinction. A 20th century Fox comedy. Love that proof. A portion of tonight's program is transcribed. You're invited to listen again next Friday when R.C.A. Victor presents... Screen director's play house, stars, Carrie Grant, Betsy Drake, production, Mr. Blandings builds his dream house, director H.C. Potter. Listen next for Jimmy D'Arabbi on NBC.