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Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Who can take a nothing day And suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Well, it's you, girl, and you should know it With each glance and every
movement you show it Love is all I know, need to waste it You can never
tell, why don't you take it?
You're gonna make it after all.
You're gonna make it after all.
Gustav is here from Sweden. I have the whole family in my living room for
dinner. Yeah, sure. Take what you want.
I've got this incredible headache.
Everybody's talking Swedish down there.
It's like an Ingmar Bergman movie without subtitles.
Any moment, I expect death to walk in and challenge one of us to a game of
checkers.
You know, Uncle Gustav's really a lot of fun.
Yesterday, we took him to McDonald's for lunch. He was so thrilled.
He didn't know we had him in America, too.
Well, you can come down and have dinner with us now.
You can borrow a chair from somebody. No.
Thank you. It's Ted's birthday, and we're going to a party at the Red
Who are you going with? Anybody I know?
No. I just met him today.
Oh?
Yeah. He was in the sports department buying Ted's birthday present, and he
there. He's a ski instructor, and we got to talking, and then he bought me a cup
of coffee.
pick me up.
I picked him up.
Why on earth you'd want to go out with a man you know nothing about?
Hello.
Oh.
Is this Miss Richard's apartment?
Oh.
Hi, Paul. I'll be right out.
She's almost ready. I'm Bess Lindstrom, Mary's neighbor. This is my mother,
Phyllis Lindstrom.
How do you do?
I'm Paul Van Dillon.
Happy birthday, Ted.
Oh, Lou.
You shouldn't have.
Ted, it's just a scar.
Well, still, I mean, it was just the idea that you... You went to the time of
trouble to pick something out for me. No, I didn't pick it out. I sent some
from the office.
Well, okay, but you were the one that paid for it. No, I charged it to the
station.
Still, you were the one that really wanted to give me a present. Well, not
really. Mary talked me into it.
I want the hair close to both accounts.
Oh, there's Mary.
Oh, hi, Sue Ann.
Sue Ann Nivens would like you to meet Paul Van Dillon.
How are you? Hello. Oh, Mary, what a lovely dress. Thank you. Has it started
rain yet? They said it would.
No, not yet. Oh, well, let's hope it doesn't, right? You'll have to excuse
promised Georgette that I would select the wine for dinner. Oh.
Oh, incidentally, Mr. Van Dillon, you are the most gorgeous hunk of flesh I
ever seen.
Oh, there's my boss. I want you to meet him.
Lou Grant and Murray Slaughter, I'd like you to meet Paul Van Dillon. How do you
do? How do you do, Paul? It's a pleasure to see you.
Oh,
and Ted Baxter, Paul Van Dillon. Happy birthday, Ted. Thanks, ma 'am.
Boy, I think you'll have to beat him off with a stick.
Thanks for coming, Paul.
I want to give him my right arm to have dimples like yours.
Oh, look, there's Georgette. Paul, I want you to meet Georgette.
Excuse me.
I wonder what she sees in him.
Well, he's a pretty good -looking guy.
You know, in a cheap sort of way.
I wouldn't have figured he was Mary's type.
No, in what way?
Oh, I figure she likes guys with more character, more intelligence.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
What makes you believe a guy that's handsome can't have brains and
too?
Because if we didn't believe it, I don't think we could go on living.
Say, Lou, do you think he's better looking than I am?
I'm not going to answer that question.
Come on, Lou.
Just say you don't know me and you saw us two together for the first time.
What do you say is better looking?
Afternoon hour, can I wait till after the swimsuit competition?
So I just go wherever the snow is.
Have you lived in Minneapolis long, Paul?
No, I just moved here a few weeks ago.
And how do you like our weather? Is it cold enough for you? Oh, it's more than
cold enough for me.
back to Sweden.
Oh, gee, I still haven't met him. Is he having a nice visit? Oh, yeah.
I think he's a little homesick, though.
Last night when he was watching television, he started to cry during the
commercial.
There's a little wine stain on one of them, but you can't see it. Oh, yeah,
right there on that one.
Well, you can turn the cushion over. Oh, either way, sure.
Oh,
something smells delicious. What is it? It's a Moroccan recipe. Sue Ann gave it
to me. It's made with lamb and olive oil and spices and grains.
I forgot what they call it. What did she call it? Must be for somebody very
special. Yeah, it is, for Paul. He met him the other night.
Paul?
You mean that car?
Mary, you're seeing him again.
party? No, no. As a matter of fact, I've seen him, uh, well, every night this
week. You don't say.
How surprising.
Why is it surprising?
Well, it doesn't seem like you, Mary.
What doesn't seem like me? Well, that you would strike up a relationship
on the basis of a physical attraction.
Phyllis, come on. What makes you think that our relationship, if there is
a relationship, is based solely on...
Physical attraction.
Mary, be honest.
Would you feel the same way about Paul if he were balding, overweight, and bow
-legged? Phyllis, that is so dumb. If it were that, he wouldn't be Paul.
Well, I would feel the same way about Lars if he were balding, overweight, and
bow -legged.
Phyllis, Lars is balding.
There's no need to be ashamed of what you feel. It's only natural. You see a
beautiful flower. You want to pick it. You hear a beautiful song. You want to
dance to it. You see a beautiful stream. You want to wade in it. You see a
beautiful man.
You want to... Couscous.
Couscous? Yeah, that's the name of the Moroccan dish I'm making.
first woman to feel this way. I remember when Lars asked me to marry him.
I went to Paris to think it over.
At the time, it seemed like an important decision.
Anyway, on the plane, seated next to me was the most fantastic
looking man I have ever seen in my life. I can't tell you.
How beautiful this man was.
And as I was sitting there, I asked myself this purely hypothetical
What would I do if I had to choose between marriage to Lars,
a man I respect and admire, or a sleazy affair with this
total stranger?
I looked deep into my soul.
And you know something, Mary?
I didn't know the answer.
Isn't that incredible?
Fortunately, I was spared the decision when I called his hotel room and he
wasn't there.
This isn't like that at all. I am not seeing Paul just because he's a
good -looking man. I mean, it just so happens we have a great deal in common.
Mary!
And okay, I didn't have a particularly wonderful time, but I certainly didn't
hate it. Well, why didn't you go again? Because I knew if I went again, I would
hate it.
Anyway, come on, there's a lot more to life than skiing.
Heaven's sake, there's music, theater, books.
Hi. Hi.
Read any good books lately?
I'll get you a drink.
Thank you.
Nice to see you again.
How's your daughter?
Daughter?
The young lady I met, wasn't she your... Oh, that daughter.
You like lamb?
Terrific. I love lamb.
Good.
Lamb.
You know, it's funny, Paul. We've known each other, what, for over a week, and I
still don't know what food you like or hardly anything about you.
What would you like to know?
Well, when you're not teaching skiing, what do you do?
When I'm not teaching skiing, I guess I'm skiing.
Well, no, I mean, you can't ski all the time. Oh, sure you can.
Even when it's summer here, there's snow somewhere else. There's New Zealand,
Chile. No, I guess what I'm really trying to find out is what you do in
spare time.
All right, see, somebody was asking me what you and I had in common, and, well,
I know it sounds silly, but, you know, I didn't know how to answer.
And, I mean, I know you and I must have a lot in common, you know, otherwise you
and I couldn't.
You know, like each other as much as, you know, we so obviously do.
That's why I was, you know, trying to find out what... I like, you know, like
common... I love movies.
What's your favorite movie?
Don't think I know that one.
Say, Murray, did Mary arrange for the new pictures for my fan club?
No, she didn't get a chance to, Ted.
I'm not sure how to pose this time.
Hey, Murray.
What sort of picture would you like to see of me?
How about a chalk outline on the floor?
Listen,
Ted, Mary was arranging for your pictures, but that guy Paul, you know
at the party? He came by and they went to lunch.
Say, Mary, what do you think of him?
I like him. He seems like a nice guy.
You know, there's one thing about that Paul guy that I didn't like.
Huh?
He's conceited about his looks.
I mean, I'm a terrific looking guy, too, but I don't make a big thing of it. I'm
handsome. That's it. I accept it.
Something I was born with.
I mean, just because I'm handsome and you're not doesn't make me a better
than you, does it?
It's a fact of life.
I can't take the credit for my good looks.
If anybody deserves the credit, it's the man upstairs.
He's the one who made me what I am.
It must have been during the war when he had trouble getting part.
How about dinner tonight?
Oh, well, I'm not sure, but I think I'm going to have to work late tonight. Hey,
Mary, it's a very light news day. If anything happens, I can cover for you.
Oh, terrific.
Then I can have dinner.
Oh, great. I'll see you around 8. Okay.
Mary, when you get a chance, could you come to my office?
Sure. I'll see you again, Paul.
Bye. Bye. So long, Mary.
Hey, look, I'm sorry about opening my big mouth before. You were trying to get
out of that dinner date, weren't you?
Yeah, but that's okay.
Mary, I thought you liked him.
Yeah, I do.
And that's the problem.
I don't know why.
Or maybe that's the problem.
I know why.
You want to see me?
Oh, yeah.
Sit down, Mary.
Mary, I don't want you to think I'm... butting into your personal life, nor do
want you to resent what I'm about to say.
Well, Mr. Grant, I... I don't want you to say anything yet. I just want you to
hear me out.
Agreed? Okay.
Okay.
Now, we've known each other a long time, right?
Right.
Please, you said you weren't going to say anything. Sorry.
Now, Mary, be honest.
If you saw me throwing my life away on some cheap, tawdry bimbo, you'd say
something, wouldn't you?
What? Well, that's exactly how I feel about you and this guy, Paul.
Well, Mary... Mary, you know what you're getting involved with? A commercial for
the dry look.
yourself like this.
Mary,
Paul is not what you'd call a renaissance man.
I spent 20 minutes at Ted's party teaching him how to work the cheese dip.
All right, all right, that's an exaggeration. But face it, there can't
anything between you and this man but a physical attraction.
Mary, he is not.
For you.
Okay.
Now you can say what you want to say.
Well, Mr. Grant, all I want to say is this.
That you have no right butting into my personal...
...talking about you in Swedish.
Phyllis, if you don't understand Swedish, how do you know they're all
about you? Mary, you don't have to understand Swedish when someone stares
you, shakes his head, and says, God, Elf and Lars.
So, what time are you meeting for?
About eight.
Maybe sometime the four of us could all go to dinner together, Mary. You and
Lars and me and Paul.
Me and Lars and you and Paul.
No, I don't think so, Phil.
Oh? Well, I don't think I'm going to be seeing Paul after tonight.
Mary.
Oh, poor, dear, sweet Mary. How could he do that to you?
Phyllis. Well, I say, you're well rid of him. In fact, the first time I ever
laid eyes on him, I said, there goes the most superficial, egotistical...
Phyllis, he is not breaking up with me. I am breaking up with him.
A gorgeous man like that? Are you out of your mind?
said the other night i suddenly realized that paul and i really don't have a lot
in common and the only reason i was attracted to him was because he's so
attractive well what's wrong with that i mean excuse me for saying this aunt
mary but i think you're making a big mistake so what if you just go out with
because he's attractive men go out with women just because they're attractive
nobody seems to think there's anything wrong with that
using us women. I think it's about time we started using them back. On the other
hand, I suppose if we just use them the way they use us, we're really no better
than they are.
Who wants to be better than they are?
This is right. I've got to tell Paul it's over and I've got to do it tonight.
Bye.
Reminds me of something your grandmother always says.
What's that?
Yunga, yunga, yunga.
The food here is excellent.
Oh, it's the best in Minneapolis.
Service is really slow. Every time I've been here, it's been taken forever to
get... Would you like to order a cocktail, sir?
Wait it on.
Cocktail? Yes, a gin and tonic.
The lady will have a gin and tonic, and I'll have a scotch sour.
Straight up. Any particular kind of scotch?
Any scotch.
Sweet or tart?
Medium's fine.
Medium it is.
That's really unusual.
Because the last time I was here, it must have taken at least a half an hour
get... Excuse me, sir.
Would you care to order your drinks now? Wait it on.
Sorry. Miss, could I...
having dinner together tonight because there's something I wanted to tell you.
mean, I wanted to tell you at lunch and then... Here we are.
Do you want to taste that scotch sour and see if it's all right?
I told the bartender medium.
It's fine.
Not too medium?
No, really, it's fine.
And my gin and tonic is fine, too, except that it seems to be a
Oh, I'm sorry. I must have picked up the wrong drink. I'll be right back.
Excuse me.
When the waitress comes back, could you order me a martini?
Very dry, with two olives.
Sure. Oh, could I have a martini, very dry, with two olives?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Well, no, it's... That's all right. I didn't
want to drink anyway.
All right.
What were you saying?
Well, Paul, what I'm trying to say is I think... that there is a problem with
our relationship.
You do? Why?
Because, Paul, I'm bored whenever you talk about skiing.
And I know that you're bored whenever I talk about anything else.
Well, why don't we just avoid those two subjects?
Okay, what would you say if I told you that the reason I'm going out with you
because of your looks?
What's wrong with that?
That's why I'm going out with you.
Really?
But, Paul, if that's the reason you're going out with me, doesn't that make our
relationship pretty superficial?
Superficial?
No.
I like you, Mary.
If you really like someone, how can the relationship be superficial?
Hey, you know something?
I like you, too.
And what is the problem?
Damned if I know.
To us?
Thank you very much.
You only had the one lesson?
Oh, you don't want to hear about this. Yes, I do. Come on.
Well, okay. It was a ski resort just outside the city.
Well, it was a group lesson. It was me, six -year -old twins, and a nun.
The nun wasn't dressed like a nun, but the twins were dressed like twins.
You don't want to hear this. Yes, I do. Come on.
Well, after the ski instructor gave us the fundamentals, he had us go over to
the hill.
Well, it wasn't really a hill. They called it the Donald Duck Slope.
Went right down, it did fine, and the nun did terrific, too, and then it was
turn.
Boy, I will never forget looking down and seeing the three of them down there
the bottom of the hill cheering me on.
So I started, and I got about two feet down, and then I panicked, and I
stumbled, and I just kind of rolled down the hill.
And there was the ski instructor just shaking his head, and the twins were
snickering.
The only one who was nice to me was the nun. She came over and picked me up and
asked me if I thought I really had the calling.
I'm kidding.
Anyway, that was my first ski experience.
Well, maybe you had the wrong instructor.
Maybe. You ready to order dessert?
Yes, I'm going to have cheesecake and coffee.
I'll have the same.
Did you want the cheesecake and coffee?
No,
maybe just some jello.
Without.
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