:18:00
After all, you're really the host.
:18:02
- It's your money.
- No, thank you.
:18:04
I'm dining with the district attorney.
Just a social call.
:18:08
I'm sorry you can't stay.
:18:11
- Good night, Mr. Skeffington.
- Good night, Miss Trellis.
:18:14
Don't bother seeing me to the door.
You have your guests.
:18:18
- Good night, sir.
- Good night.
:18:20
Good night, Mr. Skeffington.
:18:22
Good night.
:18:25
- I could wring Trippy's neck.
- It wouldn't do any good, Georgie.
:18:29
When he was a boy,
we'd put him to bed regularly...
:18:32
...without supper, and he'd still gain weight.
- But what are we gonna do?
:18:36
- There's nothing to worry about.
- No?
:18:38
No. There will be three dozen roses
in the morning.
:18:48
What a beautiful basket
of flowers, Manby.
:18:51
- Whose were the first to arrive?
- Mr. Morrison's.
:18:53
Which are Mr. Skeffington's?
:18:55
No flowers came from Mr. Skeffington.
:18:58
These are Mr. Thatcher's,
and these are Mr. Conderley's.
:19:03
Manby, were there any calls
for me this morning?
:19:06
I mean, calls other than Mr. Morrison's
and Mr. Thatcher's and Mr. Conderley's?
:19:10
The Reverend Dr. Parker called.
:19:12
He said to tell you dinner
last night was heavenly.
:19:15
- Did he ask if I'd sold any bazaar tickets?
- Yes.
:19:17
I thought so.
Well, I haven't, Manby. Not a one.
:19:20
You may take them back downstairs.
:19:33
- Good morning, Fanny.
- Good morning, Trippy.
:19:42
- What day is today?
- Friday.
:19:46
Oh, I miscalculated.
I didn't intend getting up until Monday.
:19:56
Hey, I can't find my pulse.