:21:02
How do I fit in? Running a house,
making friends, filling the day.
:21:05
Mrs. Bradbury Bishop.
"What's she like?"
:21:08
"Fun to be with, smart as a whip,
pretty too.
:21:10
No wonder Brad Bishop married her,
the lucky stiff."
:21:12
Rita, look at me.
Look at my mail-order dress...
:21:15
that's four years old
and awful even then.
:21:17
What am I gonna do?
:21:22
As if that really mattered.
:21:24
You must think we're
an awful bunch of snobs.
:21:29
Aren't you underestimating us
a little bit and Brad even more?
:21:32
You know, it's just possible
he knew what he wanted and you had it.
:21:35
And if you had it, you still got it.
:21:39
I can't hear you. Sit up.
:21:42
I said, "Thank you
for the kind words."
:21:45
You're welcome.
Now, about the dress.
:21:48
- Haven't you anything else?
- Only uniforms.
:21:51
Oh. Well, stand up.
:21:55
- The flowers must go.
- Flowers must go.
:21:58
Have you any scissors?
:22:05
- Scissors?
- Oh.
:22:08
I'll get the ones on the sleeves.
You tackle the big one in the middle.
:22:13
- Careful now.
- Careful now.
:22:19
Now look what I did!
:22:21
Oh. You don't want
a bare midriff, do you?
:22:24
Tsk. Well, back goes the flower.
:22:26
Sit down. Have you
got any safety pins?
:22:29
- Bottom drawer.
- Oh.
:22:59
- More wine?
- Thank you. No.