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Ah! Mr. Walters.

Uh, Mr. Liebemacher,

- How are you today? - Gute. Gute.

And yourself?

Oh, I'm-I'm... fine, thank you.

Well, make yourself to home.

Ah, Mr. Liebemacher, I

I think you may well be the last exponent of the, uh,

soft sell left in America.

- "Soft sell"? - Yeah. That means...

that you don't try to make people buy anything.

What they need, they will find.

You know, I think I come in here as much to talk to you...

as to look at your dolls.

- To talk is also good. - Ja?

Yes. Yes, it is.

But today, I finally make the transition...

between conversing browser and paying customer.

You wish to buy a doll? I do.

Not for yourself? Oh, no, no!

No. It's for my niece. Today is her birthday.

How old is she?

Eleven. I think.

Well. Fine uncle I am. I don't even know.

Well, those are the remembrances one only cultivates in marriage...

and in parenthood, ja?

Yeah.

Well.

At any rate,

- what can you suggest? - No suggestions.

Look around. You will find the right one.

You certainly make marvelous dolls, Mr. Liebemacher.

Danke.

Although I can't imagine how you make a living,

you're so easygoing.

There are different kinds of compensation.

I love this color! Oh, Isn't that great?

Oh, honey, I'm so glad.

Thirteen years old.

Ohhh!

From Uncle John!

- Oh, it's so big! - That's my greedy girl.

Dad.

Oh, isn't she lovely?

She's... pretty.

Uh, just tell me if you don't like her.

I, uh I can always take her back.

No, no. I do like her.

I think she's nice.

Good night, honey!

Hey, you sure you don't want some beer, Johnny boy?

Oh, no. No, thank you, Vin.

- I really ought to be going. - Good night!

She shouldn't be going out on a school night.

Well, it's her birthday. Her friends wanna do something for her.

Sit down, Johnny. No, no. Really

Sal, I-I-II really ought to go. Oh, sit down!

Tell us what you've been doing.

Ah. Well, the usual.

How's your love life? Leave it to you.

Hey! Game's on!

Have you been seeing anybody?

You know, it's time you got married, Johnny.

How old are you now? Forty-two?

She asks the question, she answers the question.

You may wait too long.

You know, uh, re, uh, I'm fine, Sal.

You're lonely and you know it.

Living alone in that apartment all by yourself.

Sal.

About the doll, I made a mistake.

I should've known Doris is too old for a thing like that.

- Oh, no! She's not. - Of course she is.

Now, why don't I just take the doll back...

and-andand get her something she can really use?

- She wants a wristwatch. - Fine. I'll get her a "wistwratch"

- uh-uh, a wristwatch then. - No, they cost too much.

No, no. I'll-I'll take the doll back,

and-and I'll get her a nice "wistwratch."

I mean, it won't be diamond-studded, anything like that,

but... a nice watch.

- I hate to ask it of you, Johnny. - Oh, don't be silly, Sal.

What's an old-maid uncle for?

There.

Now, you can see where we're going.

You're very pretty. Did you know that?

Too bad you're not real.

What's the matter? Can't you sleep either?

Just a couple of insomniacs, huh?

Well, Miss

What is your name?

Mary, you say? That's a nice name.

Yeah, I-I-I-II don't suppose you have a last name, do you?

Di Di

Such a face.

Did Mr. Liebemacher make you up himself?

That's hard to believe, Mary Di Di

I'll take you back to Mr. Liebemacher tomorrow, Mary.

You wouldn't like it here much, I'm afraid.

It's a little...

cheerless, don't you know?

Good morning, Mary.

I'll take you back where you belong now.

Too bad I have no excuse to keep you.

That would be a little silly, though, wouldn't it? A 42-year-old man with a doll.

Still, I wish there were a reason.

Of course! It would hurt Mr. Liebemacher's feelings...

if-if-if I brought you back, wouldn't it?

A-And we wouldn't wanna do that, would we, Mary?

After all those months that I've gone in there and talked to him...

and-and-and and never bought a thing.

There. Now, I'm not alone anymore. I have a girlfriend.

Mary Di, uh-uh Uh, Di

What is it?

I keep thinking you have a last name.

But that's ridiculous, isn't it?

Well, I've got to go. See you later.

Now, don't tell me. Let me guess.

A model?

No.

An actress?

Mmm, no.

You're beautiful enough, but... I don't think so.

Come on now. You're not eating. You'll get sick.

Let me see.

A secretary?

No.

A schoolteacher.

That's what you are.

Of course

a schoolteacher.

What happy students you must have, Miss Di Di

You do have a last name.

I don't know what it is, but

Would he think me a fool for asking?

Would he think me a a terrible fool?

- Ah, Mr. Walters! - Mr. Liebemacher, uh-uh, how are you?

Good. Good. What did your niece think of the doll?

Oh, she, uhshe, uh-uh,

liked it very much.

- Good! - Well, make yourself to home.

Thank you.

Oh. My niece, uh, wants me to ask you,

uh, Mr. Liebemacher,

if you ever use, uh,

models for your dolls.

- Ja. - Occasionally, I use a model.

And did you, uh

did you, uh,

uh, use a model for-for that particular doll?

Ja. There was a model for that one, as a matter of fact.

Oh, how interesting.

Uh, who is she?

What is her name?

Mary! Mary Dickinson, that's it.

- Mary Dickinson. - She's a schoolteacher.

She probably doesn't even live here anymore.

Sal's right.

I am lonely.

I'm so lonely that my mind is cracking.

Say, here's that doll that you modeled for. How about that? Isn't that intriguing?

By the way, will you marry me?

I know I'm not much to look at, Miss Dickinson.

But at least there is the added compensation that...

I don't have any money either.

Oh, what's the use!

No!

If I don't get this out of my system, I really will go crazy.

She's not married.

Ohh!

I'm ridiculous!

And now what?

Forget the whole thing?

Oh, why can't I just speak to her?

She isn't gonna break my arm, is she?

Isn't it just possible that she might be willing to

Just listen to me. I sound just like Charlie Brown...

talking about the little red-haired girl!

"How's your love life, Johnny?"

Not so good.

Not so good.

Well, here goes nothing.

Please don't laugh at me.

Yes? Can I help you?

III-I-I-I-I

It's you!

- It is? - You are Miss Dickinson, aren't you?

Mary Dickinson, a schoolteacher?

- How did you know? - Mr. Liebemacher told me.

Well, you know who he is, don't you?

Uh, ye-yes, I

- I know him. - But... you didn't model for his doll?

No. I didn't know that I had. I

That's very odd.

Why would Mr. Liebemacher do such a thing?

Uh, come in, Mister

Oh, uh, Walters. Uh, John Walters.

You want... me to-toto

Please, come in.

What is it?

Come inside.

Do you, uh

Do you live alone, Miss Dickinson?

Yes. Quite alone.

- It's me! - Yes.

I mean, it's... a lot younger, but... me.

Oh, I-I'm not quite as young as my doll either.

Mr. Liebemacher?

Yes, he he told me that...

you had modeled for it.

He even gave me your address,

but, of course, I

You know, I just thought of something.

What? Uh, you're a teacher.

Doesn't Liebemacher mean...

"maker... of love"?

Yes. That

That would be one translation.

May I offer you a cup of coffee, Mr. Walters?

Oh, uh, yes, Miss Dickinson. I would like that.

I would like a cup of coffee very much.