:55:00
which is apparently equaled
only by that of Addie Ross.
:55:03
Let's try to keep Addie
out of this one.
:55:05
I am fed up with taste
and discrimination.
:55:10
- You're not making sense.
- I'm fed up with your nobility
and wisdom and superiority...
:55:14
- and your contempt for me
in everything I try to do.
- You're talking nonsense.
:55:17
- Everything I say is nonsense.
- It's all this work. You're overtired.
You do too much.
:55:21
What do you suggest I stop doing,
this moronic radio trash...
:55:23
- with which I pay most of your bills?
- Now calm down.
:55:25
And what do I go back to,
washing, scrubbing, ironing...
:55:27
and a life of taste
and discrimination?
:55:29
I'm fed up with Addie Ross!
:55:33
- What's it all about, really?
- "If music be the food of love... play on."
:55:37
"Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
the appetite may sicken, and so die.
:55:41
From Twelfth Night, by Mr. Shakespeare,
which Addie and I played in high school.
:55:44
I thought it was a very clever note.
:55:46
And there was more to it
than a childhood memory.
:55:48
Yes, there was,
but we won't go into that.
:55:50
We're going to get a few things
straightened out once and for all. Sit down.
:55:53
- Yes, professor.
- Sit down!
:55:55
Seven years ago I made the most perfect
marriage ever devised by man, heaven or radio.
:56:00
My wife was an independent,
understanding woman.
:56:02
We thought the same thing
about everything, from baseball to Brahms.
:56:05
In those seven years, I was never
contemptuous of you. I was proud.
:56:08
But when that drooling pap
began to change you...
:56:12
when your independence
turned to fear...
:56:14
when I watched you snivel and grovel around
those two walking commercials...
:56:18
I didn't like it,
and I don't like it.
:56:21
I don't want to be
married to Linda Gray...
:56:23
Brenda Brown
or even Myrtle Tippet.
:56:25
I want my own wife back.
:56:37
Why didn't George go fishing?
:56:47
Why the blue suit?