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[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous
Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

Hi, Ed. How you doing?

I'm dying.

That's nice.

[sighs]

Ah. Boy, the plans
for this Murdock house are coming along--

Dying?

You know that cold
you caught last week?

Yeah?

I caught it this week.

Oh, now just a minute, Ed.

Don't you blame me.

A horse can't catch
a cold from a human.

[Mister Ed sneezes]

Then why am I sneezing?

I'd better call the vet

and have him give you
a shot, huh?

Oh, no.

Keep that trigger-happy quack
away from me.

Wait a minute.

Look, Dr. Evans happens to be

one of the best men in town.

Then why didn't you
go to him for your cold?

Because I go
to my own doctor.

Okay. I'll go to him, too.

He doesn't treat horses.

Why not? Tell him
it's your cold.

It just moved
to a bigger location.

Ed, take it easy
for a few days. You'll be fine.

Now, look, I've gotta finish
those Murdock plans.

Then Carol and I are going
to the ballet tonight with the Addisons.

Ah...

ah...ah-choo!

Uhh, gesundheit.

Well, let's face it,
I'm sick as a dog.

Oh, and look
at those watery eyes.

And that red nose.

Ahh...

I'm not long for this world.

[sighs]

Wilbur, feel my head.

I think I'm getting a fever.

You won't let me
call a doctor.

What can I do?

Well, you could nurse me

back to health
with your own loving hands.

Okay.

I'll go down
to the drugstore

and see what cold remedies
they have.

Ah, good.

Remember,
you're fighting our germs.

Rog, I'm going
to the drugstore. Can I get you--

Hey, is that
your new camera?

- Yeah. Isn't that a beauty?
- Mmm.

Wilbur, this lens
is so powerful,

I can take a picture of a fly
at a hundred feet.

Profile or full face?

With this beauty,
I'm a cinch to win

my club's photography contest
this year.

Well, I wish you
good luck, Rog.

[whooping]

[chanting and drumming]

Ahhhh!

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.

How.

Me Indian maid,

come pose
for cheesecake picture.

She fell off a wagon train

when she was a papoose.

Roger, I think
it's very nice

that Kay offered
to help you out.

See? He wanted to go out

and hire one
of those young models

to stand around the beach
in a bikini.

So I said,
"Why waste your wampum when you've got me?"

Well, he had to admit
I was right.

Of course, she was holding
a tomahawk over my head at the time.

Wilbur, I hope you don't
mind me using your yard.

I'm trying to get
some different backgrounds.

Oh, no. Help yourself.
I gotta go to the drugstore.

Oh, you're not sick?

We've been looking forward
to the ballet tonight.

No, I'm fine. It's Ed.
He caught my cold.

What? Why, that's impossible.

Horses can't catch
cold from humans.

Then why is he sneezing?

See you later.

All right, Minnehaha,
stand over there

about 6, 7 feet away.

Shade your eyes and look
off into the distance.

Make like an Indian.

All right, Great White Doll.

All right.

That's fine.
Good. Good. Good.

Hold it.

What am I watching for?

Ohh...

White settlers.
A herd of buffalo.

A traveling blanket salesman,
anything.

Yeah. That's right, sir.

Okay. Goodbye.

Feeling better, Ed?

The man at the drugstore
said this vaporizer

should clear your cold up
immediately.

[shivering]
It-- It-- It certainly did.

Ah-choo!

Take it away.

Okay.

This sunlamp feels good.

Am I getting a tan?

No. With your complexion,
you'll probably just freckle.

I don't know.
This stuff I got you should help.

You know what
would really help me?

What?

A nice hot bath.

Ahh, we've already got
a plug in our tub.

- [laughs]
- I've got three feet in the grave,

and you're making jokes.

There isn't a tub in town
that could hold you.

You know anybody
who's got a heated pool?

Look, I got to get
Mr. Murdock's plans out.

We're going
to the ballet tonight.

Why don't you
just close your eyes, relax,

and take a nice, little nap?

Shouldn't I be drinking
lots of liquids?

Want me to get you some water?

No. No water.

My mother always said

hot carrot juice is
the only thing for a cough.

What cough?

[long wheezing cough]

Ed, we haven't got
any carrot juice.

I'd have to run
clear into town for that, and I haven't got time.

[coughing]

Remember, Wilbur,
I got this cold from you.

You know what your problem is?

You are a hypochondriac.

Yeah, I think I got
a touch of that, too.

Do I get my carrot juice?

All right, I'll get you
some carrot juice.

Oh, Wilbur,

no horse ever had
a better mother.

I try, Ed.

Oh, honey,
which dress should I wear to the ballet tonight?

Well, you'd look pretty
in all of them.

Carol, I gotta run into town.
I won't be long.

Oh, have you finished
with the plans for Mr. Murdock?

No, not yet.

I, uh...uh,
well, I gotta pick up a gallon of carrot juice.

Ed's getting worse.

Oh, Wilbur, honestly!

The way you spoil that horse
is ridiculous.

You didn't pamper me that way

when I had my cold
two weeks ago.

Well, you're not
a dumb animal.

Neither is Mister Ed.

Ahh...ahh...

Uhh, it's still a little red.

All right,
you germs in there,

I want you all
out of this horse by sundown.

Honey, if you could hear

poor Ed sneezing and coughing,
it would tear your heart out.

Wilbur,

you know I like Mister Ed.

But if he's so sick,
why don't you call Dr. Evans?

- That trigger-happy quack?
- What?

Honey, no.
I mean, Dr. Evans,

he's too free and easy
with that needle.

I didn't raise my horse
to be a dartboard.

Oh, honey, when
are you going to stop spoiling that animal?

Well, look,
I better get going.

I want to get back before
the freeway traffic gets heavy.

Now, don't forget, Wilbur,
don't be late.

I've been counting
on this ballet for weeks.

Honey, don't worry.
I'll be back in time.

[Carol sighs]

Uh, Carol?

Honey, if you get a chance,
look in on Ed, will you?

Oh, certainly.

And while I'm there,
shall I tell him a bedtime story?

Yeah. I think
he'd like that.

[siren blaring]

[turns off siren]

[sighs]

Traveling kinda fast,
weren't you?

Yes, I'm, um,
afraid I was, officer.

See, I'm in a hurry
to get home.

There's a sickness
in the family.

Your wife?

No, my horse.

Very funny.

May I see your
driver's license, please?

Yeah. I wasn't trying
to be funny, officer.

I mean, my horse
really is sick.

He has, uh, he has
a terrible cold.

See, my wife gave it to me,
and I gave it to him.

Horses do not catch colds
from human beings.

Then why is he sneezing?

Would you mind
taking your driver's license

out of there, please?

Oh. Yeah.

Officer, I'm-- I'm afraid
I'm in a terrible hurry.

See, we're, uh, we're going
to the ballet tonight.

You and the horse?

No, no. My-- My wife and I.

And my horse
doesn't like ballet.

How does he know?

Has he ever seen ballet?

Only on television.

Your horse watches TV?

Well, just when I
watch television,

sometimes he watches with me.

Your horse lives
in the house with you?

Oh, no, no.

I live in the barn with him.

I mean, I work in the barn.

The barn is where I do
all of my, uh...

I'm-- I'm an architect.

Uh, what's in the jug?

Oh, that's
the carrot juice.

I'd like to smell the jug.

Yeah. Just--

If we miss
this ballet tonight,

my wife will be furious.

[pop]

[sloshing]

Smells kind of funny.

Well, that's--
that's straight carrot juice.

None of that cut stuff.

My horse would know
the difference in a minute.

Would you mind stepping
out of the car, please?

That is, if you can.

Well, office--

I'm all right.

Officer,
you don't understand.

I mean, you're--
you're making

a very big mistake
here, officer.

I mean, if-- if--
if we're late for--

I mean, if I miss
this ballet tonight, I'll be in real trouble.

Would you mind blowing up
the balloon, please?

Officer, I have not
been drinking.

Start blowing.

You're making
a terrible mis-- mistake.

Honey, you shouldn't
be sitting there in the cold.

That's right.

I should be sitting
at the ballet.

Honey, you-- you have
every right in the world to be angry.

I guess you're wondering
where I've been.

In jail.

In jail?

Well, it's, uh,
it's a long story.

I passed the sobriety test
with flying colors,

but I had a little bit
of trouble

with the psychiatric
examination.

Oh, Wilbur, I knew
when you left the house today

something would happen.

Well, the Addisons have left,
we've missed the ballet,

and I hope
that precious horse of yours

enjoys his carrot juice!

[slam]

Negligee is very pretty.

Looks beautiful on you.

I'm sure you'd like it better
if it were a horse blanket.

Carol, I'm sorry
about tonight.

Gee, I tried to explain.

That horse always comes first.

He does not.

Sometimes I wish
he were anot

Then I'd stand a chance.

Now, Carol, believe me...

Everything is for Mister Ed.

I just wish you cared
one-tenth as much for me.

I do!

That is, you mean
just as much to me as that horse.

More. More. More.

Look, sweetie,
I'll make it up to you.

We'll go to the ballet
tomorrow night, huh?

We'll eat out, and--
and then we'll go dancing.

Do a nightclub.
Oh, we'll really live it up.

[chuckling]
Oh, Wilbur.

But what if Mister Ed
sneezes again?

Honey, if he's still
got his cold tomorrow,

I send him to a vet.

Oh, thank you, darling.

[chuckles]

[phone rings]

Oh. Who could that be
at this hour?

Hmm.

[ring]

Hello?

Wilbur.

Uh...

I'm cold.

I got chills.

Well, there's, uh...

there's nothing
I can do about it now.

Bring me some blankets.

My teeth are chattering
so loud, I can't sleep.

[clattering like castanets]

Okay. I'll take care
of it right away.

Goodbye, Mr. Murdock.

Mr. Murdock? At this hour?

Yeah. Well, he, uh,
he suddenly wants me

to add a fireplace
to the master bedroom.

I think I better do it now.

Oh, darling.

How long will it take you?

Oh, just a couple of blankets--
uh, a couple of minutes.

I'll be back
before you know it, dear.

There.

Ah, that's it, Ed.

Feel better now?

Yeah.

That chest rub really helped.

Good. Well, I'd better
get back to Carol.

I told her I'd only
be a few minutes.

Ohh...ohh...

Ed? What's the matter?

Now the chill
has gone to my tail.

Well, maybe I'll give you
some more nice, hot carrot juice, huh?

Yeah. The way I feel,
I can use a stiff drink.

[chuckles] Ed.

[Mister Ed shivers]

There we go.

Okay, Ed.

Okay, Ed.

Bottoms up.

Uh, can I have my straw?

- Ah.
- All right.

Thanks. [chuckles]

Mmm. [slurping]

[laughing] Good.

[sighing] Ahh...

Uh, now how about
one for the road?

Oh, no.
You've had enough. [chuckles]

You're feeling better, huh?

Yeah. Let me just
take your temperature.

[Ed] Ooh...

Open up.

I hope Mr. Murdock's
temperature is normal.

While I was here,
Ed caught a chill.

Why don't you throw him
over your shoulder and burp him?

Honey, I was just
coming up to bed.

Don't bother!

You can snuggle up here
with your sick friend.

[loud clomping]

Well, how do you like
Addison's latest brainstorm?

Very cute, Kay.

You know, last year,
a picture

of a Mexican dancer
won first prize,

so he figures
that foreign girls are the answer.

Oh.

Are you and Wilbur
going on a trip?

No. We had a fight,
and I'm going home to mother.

Oh, now,
wait a minute, doll.

If you have a fight
with your husband,

you don't go home to mother.

You bring your mother
home to him.

No, Kay, I'm through.

I'm tired of playing
second fiddle to a horse.

Say, Kay, I just
got some news about--

Uh, just a minute,
Addison.

There's a real
domestic problem here.

Huh? Oh, now, Carol,

[chuckling]
come on. I-- I know

you're upset about
not going to the ballet last night,

but, well, you can't expect
a husband to be perfect.

Mine isn't even normal.

She has a point there.

Now, sweetie,
don't do anything rash.

You've only been married
for a short while.

It takes years
of living together

for a couple
to really hate each other.

Well, if Wilbur
wants me back,

he'll know where I am.

[humming]

What is this, Carol?
Where are you going?

I'm going to visit
Mother for a while.

Maybe a few weeks.
Maybe a month.

Oh, now,
that's being silly.

Oh. You spend the night
soaking that horse's feet,

and I'm silly!

Well, he happens to be sick.

I'm sick, too-- sick of your
treating your horse

better than you do your wife!

Now, just a moment,
both of you.

What's needed here
is a calm, cool head.

He's right.
Where can we find one?

Carol, Wilbur,
this whole thing

can be settled
in a quiet, mature way.

Why don't you let
some unbiased party hear both sides

and then have him
tell you what he thinks?

Fine.

Okay with me.

All right. Now, Carol,
as I see it,

you hate that four-legged
bindle stiff out there,

a feeling which I share
with you completely.

Oh, I want a lawyer.

Roger, I don't hate Mister Ed.

I'm very fond of him.

What I object to is the way
Wilbur pampers him.

Surely as his wife,

I'm entitled
to a little attention.

Certainly, my dear.

Don't you want to hear
my side of the story?

No. In my opinion,

Carol is absolutely right.

You should be
ashamed of yourself,

the way you treat this girl
in such a shabby manner.

In my book, you're guilty.

And I'll help you carry
your bags to the station.

I can't say I haven't
had a fair trial.

Wilbur, if you are wise,

you will stop
pampering your horse

and start pampering
your wife

and be kind
and gentle and sweet.

Come on, Kay. You've meddled
in these kids' affairs enough.

I've meddled?

Honey.

Well, I'm sorry, dear.
You're right. I--

I have been spoiling Ed,
and...

I promise I'll stop.

Okay?

Do you mean it?

[chuckles]
Word of honor.

Can I take these
back upstairs?

- Uh-huh.
- [chuckles]

[Carol laughs]
Ohh, honey.

Lead the way.

I handled that rather nicely,
don't you think?

My strategy
worked perfectly.

Oh, very good, doll,
but why don't you

ever take the wife's side
when we have a fight?

My dear,
we never have fights.

Our life is
one long Cold War.

Come on. You'd better
take my picture

while I'm still
speaking to you.

My dear, there has been
a slight change of plans.

I've just learned
that Charlie Morton

is going to judge
this contest.

And his taste tends
more to animal pictures.

Okay. Find a tree
and get me a banana.

[door closes]

Hi, Ed.

How do you feel?

I think I'm losing the cold.

Good.

But I'm getting pneumonia.

Pneumonia?

Maybe you'd better fly me
to the Mayo Clinic.

Look. I nearly lost Carol.

She nearly left me.

And I'm gonna
stop pampering you.

If you're really sick,
I'll call a doctor.

No. No, I'll--
I'll fight our germs alone.

You know, Ed,
you're working too much.

I got over my cold
in a couple of days, and so can you.

How did you do it, Wilbur?

I just got into bed,
and I stayed there.

Okay, get me a bed.

Ed, you are
a hypochondriac.

[door opens, closes]

Yeah. A bed.

I think it's a good idea.

Hello, operator.

Ed, we're finally off
to the ballet.

[chuckles]

Ed?

Ed.

Where did this come from?

Oh, this feels good.

I think I'll have
breakfast in bed tomorrow.

But, Ed, if Carol sees this,
she'll leave me for sure!

Feel this sheet, Wilbur.

Genuine silk.

This bed has got to go!

- Come on!
- Please, Wilbur!

I'm not wearing pajamas.

What am I gonna do
with this animal?

No!

[Addison]
Wilbur. Are you in there?

Not one peep outta you.

[snoring]

[exhales whistling]

Wilbur. The animal picture
I just thought of

- has got to win first prize.
- What picture?

I'm going to have Kay stand
on Mister Ed's back.

- It'll make a terrific shot.
- But-- But, Roger--

Honey, it'll only take
a few seconds.

You see, Wilbur,
the beauty of this shot

is that it combines
the girl--

Oh. Well, pardon me, sir.
I'm sorry.

Carol, start packing.

Ohh...

[sighs]

Wilbur, goodbye.

I'll drive you
to the airport.

You're sick, Wilbur.

Very sick.

Just a minute!

You've been talking
all day long

- about getting in a great
animal picture. Right? - Yeah?

Hmm. I've gone
to all this trouble,

and this-- this
is the thanks I get!

You mean this
is just for the contest?

That's right.

Wilbur, this is
a stroke of genius!

This can't miss! This has
got to take first prize!

I'm gonna get in this picture
if it kills me.

Move over, Ed.

Honey, we'll be late
for the ballet.

Oh, darling...

- Oh. Roger.
- Yeah?

When you finish with that,
would you mind

putting a couple
of hot water bottles next to his feet?

Right.

What?

Hi, Ed.
How do you feel today?

In the pink, Wilbur.

It's good to be
on my feet again.

Mmm. How do you like
your new bed?

Oh, what a night.

When I was covered,
my tail wasn't.

And when my tail was covered,
I wasn't.

Then you didn't like
the bed, huh?

No. But the mattress
was delicious.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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