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Well, it's getting late, isn't it, commissioner? No, let's sing another. There is a cavern in the county, in the county. No, no, PB, not that one. Well, here's a best song of a rhythm. Dear old girl. Great. The robbing strings of all of you. Come on, cheek. Dear old girl. It speaks of how I love. The blinding tears of foam. As I think of my lost girl. My broken heart is gone. You see, nothing like a good song. What's next? Oh, uh, I was just looking at my watch. It's after 12 o'clock. It is. That song? But, Floyd, it's early. Yeah? Well, I gotta have a steady hand with Mareza tomorrow. Let's go, cheek. Oh, for PB, you want to sing some more, don't you? Well, uh, Mrs. PB to think about. I wouldn't think of staying away from home after midnight. Why not? Oh, did I say that? Mrs. PB to think about. A fine bunch of jolly boys. Afraid to stay out after 12 o'clock. Who's afraid? I ain't afraid of nothing. And why don't you stay and sing? I don't know why it is, but whenever we start having a little fun, everybody has to start checking in to their wife. Now, commissioner, is that nice? Well, it's true, isn't it? I wouldn't call it checking in, exactly. Speaking for myself, I've had a good time this evening. We've sung some good songs and we've sung them rather well. And now I'm ready to go home to Hazel. All right, go to Hazel. Go ahead. Just when things are getting good, I wish the judge wasn't working tonight. He wouldn't go running home at the mere shank of the evening. I can understand how you feel, commissioner. No home to go to like P.V. Floyd and me. I have a home, chief. Don't feel sorry for me. Yes, but not a loving wife. And that's what makes the home wife. I like to poem, girls, Mr. Gilderstein. The whole show crammed full of cozy joy and crowned with the woman's blouse. What's that from? This shooting in Dan McGrew. Nice. Ever think of settling down, commissioner Gilderstein, to the real comforts of life? Getting married? Now, chief, I don't need a wife. I don't know, commissioner. When the chips are down, you can't beat women. Man's best friend. Nothing like them, huh, P.V.? No, no, I would. I guess you're right, boy. I guess we're pretty lucky, you know, fellas? And, commissioner, any time you'd care to have me introduce you to one of Hazel's sisters... All right, chief. Good night, E. God. Funny. Don't feel like going home at all. Hello, kitty. What are you doing up this late? Must be a bachelor, too. Go away. You should stop walking in front of me. What if there's anything in what those old fogies said back there? Now, what the heck? What do I want with a wife? If there's something missing in my life? And that something is... a light on an Adeline's living room. Why would she be up at this hour? I wonder. A little late during a girl's doorbell. So I'll just sing loudly as I pass. Let's see. When I'm calling you, answer to... Maybe she didn't hear me. She got rid of the cat anyway. Try again. When I'm calling you... Hello, Adeline. Well, I was singing Indian love call. Southern Indian. I saw the light in your little parlor, Adeline. I had the most frightful struggle this evening, Mr. Gildesley. Struggle? Who with? With my income tax. I'd like to ask you in to help me with it if it wasn't so late. It is a little late, but... Gracious, I don't know what my little grandmother in Savannah would say if she knew Adeline unlaxed her door for a man at midnight. Well, I won't tell my grandmother if you won't tell yours. All right. Come in, then. Well, all right. I was just having some coffee. Won't you come into the living room and join me? Coffee? Well, that would taste good. You get comfortable now while I pour. Thank you. I'll just stand by the fireplace for a minute. Cream? Just a little. A little more. Two loaves? Do you have three? I hope my coffee's good. Do you know there's something about a woman pouring coffee? Wouldn't you like to sit down here on the couch close to the coffee? That would be kind of nice. Cookies, too. I made them myself. Begin now. I bet you're hungry after working so hard tonight. Oh, no. I was just down at the club with the Jolly Boys. They all had to go home to their wives. Oh, Mr. Gildersleeve, it seems strange to me that a nice man like you hasn't married. Well, we Jolly Boys were just talking about that this evening. Marriage. Oh, what a marvelous topic for conversation. I imagine you have some very intelligent views on marriage, Mr. Gildersleeve. Well, I didn't really start thinking about it until they brought up the subject. Isn't that funny? I didn't either, until you brought up the subject. What are your views, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, I think marriage should be looked at very impersonally, don't you? Well, that's one way. You have to be practical, goodness knows. You bet. I think marriage should be faced like the problem it is. Now, suppose that I'm a man and you're a woman. All right, let's suppose. Isn't this part? Now, suppose they would like to get married. Why? What are the pros and what are the cons? Well, the man would have someone waiting for him when he came home. And the woman could turn her property over to the man and wouldn't have to bother with old income tax every year. Well, yes, that would be an advantage to her. Now we have to think of an advantage for the man. Well, that would probably depend upon a woman. Did you have anybody in mind, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, getting a little late. It'd be nice to talk about these things again sometime. Nice to discuss things impersonally like you do. Thank you, sir. Here's a cookie crumb on your moustache. Let me brush it off. Impersonally, that's the only way to... That line. Yes, Mr. Gildersleeve? That line. Could I...? Good night. Income tax? Oh, that. Tomorrow. All right, and why don't we start a little early? Good idea. Good night, that line. Good night, Throckmorton. She called me Throckmorton. Hi, George. And the line is wonderful. You'll want to rush into things, but I'll bet if I played my cards right. Why don't you go home? Married men were right. It'd be great to be coming down to breakfast in the morning like this. Receive a loving greeting. Hello! Good morning. Pancakes for breakfast. Cut them up into little pieces, Leroy. You're not a seal. Don't want to be late to school. I'm glad I caught you before you dashed off. I did a little patrol duty this morning, young man, and you've been reading comic books under your sheets after hours again. What? Don't you deny it? I found eight dead flashlight batteries under your bed. Clear them out! If you keep them in a dark place, they'll get a little light back in them. Don't argue. Clear them out. That's an order. And another thing, young man. Good morning, Marjorie. The darling new spring dress is at Hogan about it. Narrow shoulders, new laundry. Marjorie, please. I'm talking to Leroy. Then must you bring the newspaper to the breakfast table? Yes, why not? My dear, breakfast is not the place for reading. What else is there to do? Nothing but man talk. A woman can't get a word in edgewise. Hey, boys, let me see the comic. I'm looking at the paper. I just want the comic. I'm pulling you, little weasel. Children! Look what you did to the fashion section. Look what you did to fearless fuzzies. I'm coming, too. I come down to breakfast feeling wonderful, and you two start acting like little savages. Goodness knows I've tried to raise you children properly. What? I guess I failed. No, Anki, I'm sorry. Yes, I have. I failed. I've tried to be like a father and a mother to you. But I couldn't be both. So, perhaps there's only one thing left to do. What's that? Get you a mother. What? Here? Perhaps you need a woman in this house to talk to and to plan with to understand you. What are you getting at, Uncle Mort? Yeah, what's up? Nothing. But perhaps I should get married. Oh, for corn's sake. Uncle Mort! Well, now I'm not thinking of myself, you understand? I'd be doing it just for you children. Huh? Careful, young man. Anki, you're afraid to get married. Afraid? Well, you backed out of marriage with Leela Ransom and Eve Goodwin. You were nearly sued by that Spanish dancer. No, Marjorie. You're just being impulsive and you know it. I am not. Might even talk to the lady about it today. Oh, who is it this time? Excuse me, Uncle Mort, you're wonderful. I hope you never change. But Marjorie, I am going to change. Of course you are. Well, so long as... Leeroy. Haven't you forgotten something? Oh, congratulations. Not that. Excuse yourself. Why is it whenever I think of getting married, nobody takes me seriously? Well, sometimes I think I should, Bertie. Uh-oh. Get Bertie, better be looking for another job. What? Ain't no place for Bertie around here if you have a wife to do the work. Well, now wait a minute, Bertie. In the first place the young lady I had in mind isn't a very good cook. Anyway, we could never get along without you, Bertie. We hope you stay with us for life. Oh, that's fine, Mr. Gildersleeve. I just didn't think I'd be sad if there was nothing to do. But it was another person in the house that would be even more to do with it. That's right, Mr. Gildersleeve. And after a year or so, maybe even more to do. Yeah, what? And after two years or so, twice as much to do. No, never thought of that. And after three years, maybe three times as much to do. No, Bertie, after four years... Bertie, stop! What's wrong with that? Mr. Gildersleeve in just a minute. Say that, Bertie. The other day I asked her why she always served Parquet margarine, and she said... I buy Parquet because I know a good thing when I taste it. And that's just the way millions feel about Parquet, Bertie. That's why Parquet is a favorite spread for America's bread. 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I don't know why I kept things on such an impersonal basis. But, there's always tonight. Eh, nice roses in the flower shop today. Say, that gives me an idea. Hello, Floyd. Hi, Commiss. Hey, where you taking the roses? Looks like you're up to something. Well, maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. Maybe you old married men set me to thinking last night. A man shouldn't wait forever to take that fatal step. Fatal is right. Huh? What's this, Floyd? Hey, you didn't want anything, did you, Commiss? It's nearly 12, and I gotta get home to lunch. Certainly, I wanna see. What's your hurry? You've been late before. Oh, little Floyd, you better not be late today. Say, why don't you come home to lunch with me? Lunch with you? Why? Hey, you aren't having a little trouble at home, are you, Floyd? Oh, no. Come on, I'll shave you when we get back. Knock today, Floyd. Okay. Never been to my house. But if my wife's cooking ain't good enough for you, we'll just... Well, if you put it that way. Sure, and let's drive your car. I didn't bring mine down. Huh? See, we broke up so late at the club, I told Lovie I gotta flat. This morning I had to go out and drive a nail into my new tire to prove it. Wait a minute. I don't think I better go home with you, Floyd. Listen, since Lovie will welcome us with open arms. Come on. I gotta ring the doorbell, Commissioner. Left in such a hurry this morning, I forgot my keys. Something about this I don't like, Floyd. Huh? You sure Lovie isn't still mad at you about last night? No, Lovie has the mind of an elephant. She can forget. Floyd, I better be going. Don't leave me now, Commissioner. I know, but... Hello, Mrs. Manson. Hello. Hi, Lovie. I got a little surprise for you. Well, it better be a good one, Mr. Manson. Ha, ha, ha. She's a great kid, Commissioner. Ha, ha, ha. I brought the water commissioner for lunch, Lovie-Dovey. Playing politics. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. Oh. You, uh... You remember Mr. Gilda's leave? I'll say. Well, flowers for me? Well, I had a Miller party in mind. Oh, I thought so. Anybody around here bring me flowers. I'd drop dead. Wouldn't I, Mr. Manson? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh, come on, Lovie, and sweeten up. How's about fixing up some lunch, huh? Seems to me a man that can stay out till one o'clock in the morning can fix his own lunch. Well, come on, Commissioner, say a good word, huh? Oh. You mentioned Floyd being out till one o'clock, Mrs. Manson. Well, one o'clock isn't bad. I didn't get home till two. Two? You see what kind of people you're running around with, Floyd? I... I was only helping a lady with her income tax. Huh. Come on, Commissioner. Sorry this had to happen, but we'll rustle up our own lunch. And Mrs. Manson can go pedal up papers. Floyd Manson, you stay out of my kitchen. No, Mrs. Manson. Yeah, Lovie, pipe down with you. No, Floyd. No, Mrs. Manson. Mr. Gilder slave, you're a guest here. Yes, but, Mr. Manson. Yeah, you keep out of this, Commissioner. Mr. Manson! Mr. Manson! Who are you? This is closer to the back of the front door. Hello, P.V. Hello, Mr. Gilder slave. Welcome to your friendly neighborhood drugstore. Yeah, well, thanks. I'm glad somebody's friendly. Too bad there aren't more happy couples like you and Mrs. P.V. Huh? Hi, George. If I ever get married, peace and harmony are going to be the watchwords in my home. You're not seriously contemplating matrimony, Mr. Gilder slave. I see you're carrying some flowers. Well, it's always something to think about. It's a good thing to think about. For quite a while. Nice bouquet. Thank you. Flowers make quite an impression on women. Mrs. P.V. is fond of flowers, nasturtiums, hydrangeas, tiger lilies. Oh, well, there's nothing like roses, though. Of course, these roses are beautiful. They're beautiful. They're beautiful. There's nothing like roses, though. Of course, these looked a little better before I went to Floyd's house, that I'm caught in the door on the way out. Yeah, Joe. Yeah, seems his wife thought he stayed out a little late last night. Well, it was a little late, but I thought we had rather a gay, rich, snorting kind. Yeah, that's exactly what got Floyd into trouble. But I fixed everything. Yeah, Joe. Everything's all right at the Munchin House now. At least they're not mad at each other anymore. I went over there to lunch and squared things. Mr. Youngerstein, you wouldn't care to come home to dinner with me. Yeah. No thanks, P.V. Take her some nasturtiums or tiger lilies. What's wrong with all these married people? Roses look a little wilted tonight. Still be all right if I hadn't spent the whole day trying to get those married men out of the doghouse. Oh, well, little Adeline will appreciate him. I don't know if she's been thinking about me today, too. Have you yelled at it? Oh, hello, Judge. I presume you're paying a call on Ms. Fairchild. Well, is it so happen? I see the light in her window, and you're drawn to it like a big fat moth to a flame. Now see here, Hooker. I'll thank you to keep your legal big a lot of my personal affairs. You know what? It's my laundry. And stop sniffling. And stop peeking. And red roses. You know what they mean to a lady, don't you, Gilda? I love you. Now, Judge. Could it be that you're getting serious about this southern bell? Don't go jumping at conclusions, Judge. Well, if you're ever going to settle down, it's high time you did it. Ms. Fairchild is an exceedingly gracious lady. Of course, you haven't known her very long. She's a short month. However, sometimes swirl-wind romances turn out to the best, Gildy. You're the type who would enjoy marriage, sitting by the hearthside evenings, going over the household expenses with your spouse. Expenses? Squeezing pennies here and there, rearranging your budget to include some pretty bobo for your beloved. Not so fast, Judge. Remember, I've got to feed and clothe Marjorie and little Leroy. You must forsake all others and cling only to her. But I'm keeping you from your rendezvous with Destiny. Good luck, old friend. Uh, wait a minute, Judge. Um, what are you doing tonight? Well, I had a game of pinup. I'll settle with Chief Gates. But since the jolly boy got together last night, his wife won't lay him out. Not Chief Gates, too. Consequently, I'm as free as a bird. You better go on in, Gildy, because at your poses, it's leapier. She might pop the question. Uh... I wonder if they'd stay fresh if I buried him here in the snow by in this tree. Just a minute, Horace. Now, Gildy, I don't do anything you'll regret. That's exactly what I'm afraid of. Let's go play Pee-knuckle. The great Gilder's leave will be back very shortly. Have you been missing out on a good thing, friends? Have you missed trying Parquet, the margarine of craft quality? 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Now you wait while I run and get some coffee. Get comfortable now, you hear? You bet. Gildersleeve, you shouldn't do this. You might learn to like it. Good night, folks. I wonder if I should go get those roses out of that snow bank. The Great Gildersleeve is played by Harold Tarrant, Adamine Fairchild by Mrs. Ulymerka. The show was written by John Elliott and Andy White with music by Jack Leacon. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Louise Erickson, Lillian Randolph, Earl Ross and Richard Legrand. This is John Walde saying good night for the Kraft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of Kraft quality food products. Tomorrow night, Edward Evers Horton will be Al Jolson's guest on the Kraft Music Hall heard over most of these NBC stations. Don't miss it. Remember, tomorrow night, for exact time, see your local paper. And be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of the Great Gildersleeve. 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