11x10 - My Four Women

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My Three Sons Starring Fred McMurray And
his Uncle Charley, William Demarest.

Bard, these are beautiful.

They'll be wonderful in the show.

Oh, thanks.

I just hope the Women's Charity League
luncheon feels the same way.

You've got to let me know this one.

Yeah, oh, sure, huh?

Did you find anything you like?

Oh, I love the gowns.

They're so clean.

Yeah, me too.

Well, and the swimsuits.

The swimsuits and the maxi coats and everything.

Isn't this wild?

Oh, I've never seen such fantastic colors.

Hello.

Yes, you, too.

Barbara.

Now, I think we ought to show the evening wear last.

Would you hold the line, please?

Isn't this a cute dress for Dodie to wear?

Telephone, Barbara.

Oh, you wouldn't get me one of those.

Honey, you're wanted on the phone.

Oh, okay.

Honey, you just pick out anything you want
in the casual one, okay?

Now, look, I'm expecting a very important phone call.

Oh, yeah.

I won't be long.

I won't be long.

Rachel, I'm so glad you called.

What about the place cards?

Look at this printed foil.

Wouldn't that be pretty and pink?

Oh, yes.

I think your do's really super this year, don't you?

Super.

Well, don't worry about it.

Just do the best you can.

And what about the floor arrangement?

Oh, well, that's ridiculous.

But this is Saturday.

You mean to tell me that they don't know if
they're going to have carnations by Monday?

That's only two days away.

Oh, that's pretty, isn't it?

Oh, hi, Dad.

Hi, Katie, Polly.

Yeah, very good.

I'm just passing through.

You know, this is the first time I've ever gone
fishing below sea level without even getting wet.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

You fellas all set to go?

I am.

Check with Alice, the milk drinker here.

Dad, did you know that the Salton Sea is 231 feet
below sea level and saltier than the Pacific Ocean?

No, I ain't read about that.

Nearby there, they've got hot spring Wells and mud
pots and CO2 Wells that can actually make dry ice.

Come on, Woody.

You got your dad all choked up.

Come on, move it, will you?

I've got to give you fellas a hand, huh?

Oh, no.

We'll handle it.

Hey, Steve, I don't envy you spending a
three-day weekend here with that chat test

convention going on and with Chip's class
on a field trip somewhere.

You're going to be up to your ears in women.

No, I don't think it'll be too bad, Charlie.

I've got those reports to work on.

That'll keep me busy.

Only for me.

Steve Douglas.

Oh, hold the line, please.

It's for Barbara.

Barbara!

So long, Ed.

So long, Aaron.

Well, see you Monday night.

And lots of luck.

Catch a lot of fish, Charlie.

Honey, did you call me?

Yeah, telephone.

For you.

I'm going to get some really groovy
jewelry to go with that secret outfit.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes, Gladys.

If I sound weary, it's because I am weary.

Yeah, how about those jeweled belted lounging pajamas?

Hi, Dodie.

Hi, Daddy.

I haven't got time to play with you today.

Oh, you haven't?

Why not?

I'm going to be a fashion model for Mommy.

Oh, you too?

Yep.

I'm going to wear children's clothes with Roddy Trenchel.

He's the best looking boy in school.

He's neat.

I see.

Maybe we can do something next weekend.

Yeah, maybe we can.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Barbara.

No, I thought maybe it was that call I was expecting.

No, no, you go right ahead.

I'm sorry I interrupted.

Yeah.

tr*mp, I guess this just isn't my day.

I'll do my best, but it won't be easy.

Well, I'll find someone somehow.

Thanks for calling.

Sounds like the department store wants
some of their men's fashions in the show.

And you have to find a man to wear them.

Where am I going to find a man to walk
down a runway in front of 200 women?

I could ask Ronnie Trunchill if he has a friend.

I'd volunteer Chip, but he's out of town.

He has to be good looking, he has to wear clothes well.

Well, I told you he's out of town.

Oh.

He's masculine.

Why don't I ask Rob?

Robbie?

Sure.

Chip wouldn't do it for a million dollars.

Neither would Steve, I'm afraid.

Well, neither would Rob unless someone
very close to him asked him in just the right way.

Katie, you've got to be falling out of the
back of your skull.

We need someone handsome and virile and
you wear your clothes so well.

Thanks.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Barbara needs you.

You know, this is a big responsibility for her.

What would I have to do, exactly?

Well, I don't know exactly.

It's a photographic layout.

No.

Oh, you don't mind being photographed, do you?

Is that all it is?

Oh, the milk's boiling over.

Oh.

He's right.

Really, going out on that runway?

You didn't tell him about the runway.

Well, you may be right.

At this point, it's better not to mention it.

Okay, Katie.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Katie.

Thanks.

Saving my life.

Bye.

Hello?

Oh, you want Steve?

Wait just a minute.

Steve?

Steve?

Steve?

Honey, have you seen Daddy?

I think you've been out.

Oh.

Well, he isn't here right now.

Could I take a message?

Uh-huh.

All right.

I certainly will.

I'll tell him as soon as he comes in.

Thank you.

Honey?

Why don't you go upstairs and help Aunt
Polly with her things?

She's going to stay with us while Chip's away.

Hey, me!

Oh, honey.

Honey.

You got a phone call.

Wouldn't you know it?

I went down to the drugstore to call him,
and his line was busy.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've been so busy with this lunch that, look, I promise, I

am never going to get mixed
up with anything like this again.

No, it's all right.

No, no, I mean it.

I have been through so much in so little
time, and it's just starting that I...

Would you mind if we sent out for dinner?

All right.

I think it'd be a good idea.

Who's it?

I think he's probably calling back.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. Warwick.

Mr. Warwick.

Uh... Mr. Warwick, I'm just going to have to
have more space for dressing rooms backstage.

Okay, Polly.

Gotta do it.

It's really neat.

Well, for $350, it ought to be.

Do you feel okay, Bowman?

Well, I'll feel better when this whole
mess is over and done with.

Hi, Katie.

Hi, Katie.

How is everything this bright Sunday morning?

Oh, well, it's hectic.

Sue Marvich called in sick.

I have to get a size 7 for tomorrow.

Wait until you see the jackets, Robbie.

Well, I... Hey, have you seen your new outfit?

This is just liable to be the head of the show.

I think I better tell you something first.

What's the matter?

Don't tell me you can't make it.

Oh, Rob.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

At first, I thought he was faking to get out of
the show, but he's got a temperature of 102.

My aunt...

Oh.

Well, he'll be all right in a few days.

The show is tomorrow.

Well, I just can't disappoint the department store people.

I mean, we just...

We're just going to have to find somebody.

Well, who else do we know who's a man?

Oh, hi, Dodie.

Hi, Daddy.

Oh, what are you going to do with my waste basket?

Empty it for you.

Oh.

Well, thanks.

Hi, Dad.

I saw these in the service porch,
so I cleaned them up for you.

I'll put them in the closet for you.

Well, thanks, Polly.

That's very nice of you.

Bye.

Bye, Polly.

Bye.

Hi, Katie.

I brought you something to eat.

Well, thanks very much.

If you need anything else, just whistle.

One for Dodie, two for Polly, and three
for, well, you know.

Katie, how's Rob?

Oh, he's got a touch of the flu.

My aunt's home nursing him along with chicken soup.

See you later.

And thanks for...

Barbara, just what's going on?

I mean, Dodie emptying my waste basket and
Polly shining my golf shoes, and Katie

bringing me up something to eat, and...

Just what is it?

They were buttering you up.

Buttering me up for what?

Well...

Never mind, darling.

I'll tell them not to bother you anymore.

It was nothing.

Hi, Daddy.

Daddy, Mama said not to bother you until
you're done with this stuff.

Well, she did.

Well, I'll tell you.

Let's just say I'm finished for now, hmm?

Okay, now I'll bother you.

Why won't you be a model for Mommy?

Why won't I be a model for Mama?

Mm-hmm.

I don't know what you're talking about, Dodie.

Well, Robbie was gonna do it, but he got sick.

Oh, Robbie was going to do it.

But... Uh-huh.

Exactly what was he supposed to do?

Just stand around and let people take pictures.

Why doesn't Mommy ask me?

Because she says you're not supposed to be
bothered with dumb junk.

Oh.

And all you'd have to do is take some pictures, huh?

Uh-huh.

Mommy's out in the hallway looking sad,
staring at the phone if you want to talk to her.

Okay, okay.

Barbara, Dodie tells me you're looking for a male model.

Do you think I'd be the type?

Oh, do you mean that?

Oh, sure.

If Robbie was willing to help, why shouldn't I?

Just so it doesn't take too much time.

Oh, see.

I'm just a little hurt you didn't ask me before.

Oh, but I know how much you hate that sort of thing.

Oh, honey.

Oh.

Just a second.

Mommy's kissing Daddy.

Mommy.

Mr. Douglas.

Yes.

My name is Henny Trunchell.

I'm president of the Charity League.

Oh, yes.

And this is Mr. Felix, our fashion expert.

We hear about the fashion show.

Well, we'll come right in.

Thank you.

Barbara's upstairs.

Barbara, you got company?

Barbara tells me you've consented to model for us.

Well, just the photographic.

Well, then, if I may.

Please, sir.

I don't know.

I pictured a younger man.

But now that I see you, I think a few years
and the added maturity will work out all right.

Well, that's fine.

He's much too large.

Raise your arms, please.

Oh, I know my waist size.

It's... Please, Mr. Douglas.

All right, tr*mp, that's enough.

I'm... Oh, hello, my dear.

Mrs. Trunchell, Mr. Felix, tr*mp.

I'm awfully sorry we disturbed you, dear.

Are you well?

Yes, I'm just fine, thanks.

You know, I was chairwoman of the show last year.

I lost nearly 10 pounds worrying over every little thing.

Now, you mustn't let that happen to you.

No, I'll try not to.

That's all.

Thank you, Mr. Douglas.

I still think he's much too large.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, if you, ladies, well, excuse me, I have some work.

Oh, Mr. Phoenix, I just want to...
Oh, yes, well, we must be going.

I'm looking forward to seeing you in your
outfit tomorrow, Mr. Douglas.

Uh, so am I.

I'll send the truck around in the morning for the dresses.

Now, I'm sure you're going to manage everything just fine.

Do try to get some sleep tonight, dear.

You look distraught.

Oh, well, I'll try.

Bye-bye, dear.

Bye.

Bye, Mr. Douglas.

tr*mp?

I've said it before, I'll say it again.

Never will I ever get involved in anything like this again.

Okay, everything that's loose goes.

Now, let's be sure we don't leave anything.

Well, I'm off.

Oh, you look so handsome.

Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose you found anybody to take my place today.

Honey, I'm counting on you.

Now, try to be there as early as you can
for the fitting, okay?

Okay.

All right.

See you later.

All right.

Get the car keys.

Oh.

I'm on the dresser, I guess.

Janice?

Well, uh, everything's ready to go,
and be sure they put it backstage.

Okay.

Well, we'll see you soon.

He almost took Myrtle.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Look, why don't you go in the kitchen and,
uh, get a cookie?

Can Myrtle have one to soothe her nerves?

Well, that's one crisis we averted.

Maybe it'll be a good day after all.

I think I'll get a cookie, too.

Insurance for later.

All right.

Oh, honey.

I'm on the dresser.

Remember to be there as soon as you can.

Uh, darling, uh, I thought I left my briefcase there.

Oh.

Oh, they must have hit it up.

Where's the rest of the stuff?

Oh, it's probably in the truck.

The truck?

Uh, truck's gone.

Well.

Well, look, I'm gonna go right down to the
show, so I'll put your briefcase in a taxi

and I'll send it right on to the plant, okay?

That's fine.

Yeah.

What can I say?

Well, nothing.

Now, quit worrying.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Oh.

See you backstage, huh?

Okay.

Okay.

Come on, stop.

Keep clear, folks.

Watch it, Jack.

Hi.

Oh.

Hi, Dodie.

Hi, Daddy.

I guess I'm a little late.

Sorry, but I got hung up in the front.

No, honey.

Thank goodness you're here.

Yeah, well, what do I have to put on?

I mean, where do I go?

All right.

Wait just a minute.

Honey.

Okay.

Hi, Polly.

Hi, Dad.

Great, Lovie.

Sweetheart, you're on.

Bye, Daddy.

If I croak out there, come and get me.

Barbara, where do I go?

Just a minute, Lovie.

Honey, wait for the new music cue, all right?

Am I all hooked?

I beg your pardon?

The hooks.

Oh.

Here.

Okay, go on.

Okay.

Come on.

Okay.

I didn't croak.

I didn't croak or anything.

You were wonderful.

All right, now, you go and change,
because you're on in ten minutes, okay?

Okay.

This sure is fun.

Uh, Barbara?

Who?

Oh, the waiter.

Oh, yes, the waiter.

Follow the waiter, honey.

Mr. Felix will be in in just a minute to fetch you, okay?

All right.

Oh, hi, hi.

That's Katie.

Oh, you're here.

Hey, Hosta, Hosta, watch, honey, watch.

You are late, and I still think you're too large.

If you knew the trouble, I'd have to get this ready.

Well, let's try the shirt on first, huh?

All right.

Please.

You're sure this is a man's shirt?

The very latest, Mr. Burris.

All this stuff supposed to hang out this far?

Yes, it is.

Now, let me see the effect.

Oh, what a dog.

You may put your arms down now.

Well, that will just have to do.

I must get you on that runway in a couple of minutes.

Runway?

What runway?

The runway.

How many runways are there?

Okay, now, now.

Come on, come on.

Barbara.

Yes.

Oh, honey, you look lovely.

What is this about a runway?

Right up there.

I know where it is.

But do you mean to tell me that I'm supposed to go out there
and walk down that runway in front of all those people?

Yes.

Barbara, I thought all I was supposed to
do was to have my...

I'm not going to do it.

What?

I said I'm not going to do it.

Honey!

Well, look at me.

You can't expect me to go out there in
front of all those people dressed like this.

I look like a double-ruffled platoon.

Steve, honey, you've got to do it.

No, I don't.

But it's almost time.

There are times when a man just has to
take a stand, and this is definitely one of them.

I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it.

Steve!

I'm sorry.

Honey!

I mean, I'm not sorry, and I'm not going to do it.

No, well, Steve!

Do it.

Steve!

I'm sorry.

Go!

After all the complications, isn't it nice the
fashion show turned out to be such a success?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

We're fixing dinner for you and Barbara,
and I have to go back to Robbie.

Did she say anything about today?

No.

If you're worried about what happened, the
waiter finally modeled your suit on the runway.

And he did just fine.

Yeah.

Well, uh...

I'd better go up and see her.

And, uh, thanks for making dinner.

Poor Dad.

He looks like he feels just terrible.

Hi.

Hi.

Honey, I, uh...

I'm sorry I let you down this afternoon.

It's all right.

The waiter wore the suit.

Yeah, Kitty told me about it.

But, uh...

Well, I knew you were exhausted and
worried and unhappy, and, uh...

Well, I just should have gone out there no
matter how I felt about it.

If I'd only known about the runway.

But it came as such a surprise, and...

Surprise?

Yeah, you know, having your picture taken is one thing, but
mincing along that runway in front of all those people...

You mean to tell me that you didn't know?

No, Dodie just said something about,
uh, having my picture taken, but, uh...

You thought I knew?

I mean, about the runway and all that?

Well, yes, of course I thought you knew.

I guess our communication sort of broke
down somewhere along the line.

You thought that I practically double-crossed you,
and yet you came in here and said you were sorry?

Well... You know what?

You really are some sort of guy.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Just a second, I'll go see.

Mommy.

And Daddy are kissing again.

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