"— [Rings] — Hello?" "I don't understand." "If we set the clock radio for 7:00, why are we getting up at 8:00?" "Because I set it on an F.M. station." "I'll never do that again." "You know, it's hard to wake up to the entire ballet of Sleeping Beauty" "For the last hour, I was dreaming a guy on a white horse was gonna kiss me." "— Me too." "— Yeah, but for you it's not a nightmare." "Well, that's all the time I have for the paper." "— I still have time to get dressed and still catch my train." "— [Knocking]" "Oh, swell." "Hi, Bob." "I just got back from Tokyo." "Great." "I can't wait to hear all about it." "Excuse me, Howard." "Hi, Howard." "Back from Tokyo already?" "I just got back this minute." "Surprised you didn't hear me." "I ﬂew right over the building." "— You know there's a Frisbee on our roof?" "— No kidding?" "And a whole lot of other junk." "You'd think people would take more pride in their roof." "We have the dirtiest one in the neighborhood." "When it's ready, pour yourself a cup." "Bob and I are in kind of a rush this morning." "I just came over to pick up my mail and newspapers." "Pour yourself a cup of coffee." "Emily and I are in kind of a rush this morning." "I just came over to pick up my mail and newspapers." "— The papers are there." "There wasn't any mail." "— Did I get any phone calls?" "— Just one." "Lois Borden." "— Lois Borden." "Lois Borden." "— Your ex—wife." "— Oh." "She wanted to know if you could pick up your son... and have him tomorrow and the next day instead of over the weekend." "Howie!" "I would love to!" "I'll pick him up first thing in the morning." "Wait." "How can I?" "I don't have anything planned." "What am I gonna do with him?" "Howard, what do you have to plan for an eight—year—old?" "I like to make his visits interesting." "You're an interesting person, Emily." "Can you think of anything interesting to do?" "— For who to do?" "— For Howie and me." "— What do you usually do?" "— The last time I took him to the zoo... the Museum of Science and Industry, to the auto show—— then we had lunch." "You did all that before lunch?" "I had to." "The Ice Capades started at 1:00." "Maybe it isn't necessary to do so much." "Are you kidding?" "I have four days a month to undo what Lois does on the other 27." "I gotta make that kid like me." "— Emily, do you know we're out of toothpaste?" "— You're gonna have to use soap." "I did." "Blech!" "I guess it's my turn." "Blech!" "Bob, do you think the circus is too violent for an eight—year—old?" "Don't think it matters." "That's Sunday's paper." "The circus closes today." "Oh, swell." "What am I gonna do with him anyway?" "You and your son could watch 'em tear it down." "Dismantling?" "That sounds constructive." "I just hope his mother doesn't tell him I did it to save money." "— Why would she do that?" "— She's still mad at me." "She thinks it's my fault the marriage didn't work out because of my flying all the time." "— How could it be my fault?" "I was never at home." "— Mm—hmm." "You know something?" "I think she's turning the kid against me." "— You know what he did last month?" "He called me "sir." — Who?" "— Howie." "— Maybe it was because you were wearing your uniform." "You know something?" "I never thought of that." "I won't wear the uniform." "Ah, but I gotta wear the hat." "Howie just loves that hat." "You know what he does, Emily?" "Well, he takes the hoop out, you know." "And, uh, well, he gets his fingerprints all over the brim." "I say "You gotta pick it up by the edges, like a record"" "But every time I get it back—— Ah, well." "What the heck." "He's my son, and I love him and he loves the hat." "Know what I mean, Bob?" "Yeah, I love my hat too, Howard." "It's getting kind of late, Howard." "Oh, what am I doing?" "I'm sorry." "I'm keeping you folks up." "It's 11:30 at night." "Howard, are you still on Tokyo time?" "Of course." "It's still yesterday morning here." "Feel free to stay here and relax and enjoy it all over again." "Be sure and lock the door." "Maybe I will." "My legs are a little tired from talking to you, folks." "Mrs. Swan, now you just fill out this form on both sides... and Dr. McGowen will be with you in just a moment." "And I think you can disregard "7" where it asks..." ""What do you think is the cause of your illness?"" "— Hi, Carol." "— Hi, Jer." "— Are you eating lunch here today or are you going out?" "— I'm going out." "Me too." "What time are you going?" "— 1:00." "— Me too." "Uh, how much time are you gonna take?" "— About an hour." "— Me too." "— I guess we can have lunch together then, huh?" "— Fraid not, Jer." "Ah, gee." "I was doing so good until then." "It's not personal." "It's just that..." "I'm having lunch today with a man I really care about." "You know, Carol, someday you're really gonna be sorry for the way you've been treating me... a respected member of the dental profession and all." "Someday you're gonna come crawling to me on your hands and your knees with a big cavity." "And I'm just gonna squirt cold air on it." "Hey, Bob." "How 'bout having some lunch?" "She turned you down again, huh?" "Yeah." "That's no reason to starve." "[Howard] Excuse me." "Pardon me." "Pardon me." "Men coming out." "Men coming out." "Here we are." "Men coming out." "Okay." "— Hi, Bob." "How are you?" "— Hi Howard, Hi Howie." "— Hi." "— Jerry, you remember Howard Borden, junior and senior?" "— Uh—huh." "— Good seeing you again." "— Oh, my goodness." "This is terrible." "— It's not so terrible." "It's better to have that stuff on your shirt than on your teeth." "Guess what we watched them tear down all morning." "The circus." "You know, there's more to cleaning up a circus than you think." "Everybody pitches in—— the acrobats and the clowns and the chimps." "— Chimps?" "— The chimps didn't do much work." "They were just there to keep up the morale." "That's very interesting." "What brings you here?" "It's lunchtime, and since lunch is next on the agenda... we thought we'd ask you—— What are you doing for lunch?" "Jerry and I were just going out to lunch." "Well, why don't the four of us go?" "Just us guys." "— You want a balloon?" "— No, thank you." "I've, uh, gotta get this stuff off my shirt." "— Be a good little guy till I get back, okay?" "— Okay." "Yeah." "Which, uh—— Ah." "— You want a balloon?" "—Thanks." "Okay." "I'll just go change into my civies." "Howie, there's a trick to that." "[Balloon Squeaking]" "You see, the trick is to do it without hurting yourself." "And the other trick is to tie a knot in it... without getting your finger caught." "— A lot of tricks to blowing up a balloon." "— Thank you." "— So, where would you like to eat?" "— I don't know." "— What kind of food do you like?" "— French fries." "Well, we'll go to a French restaurant." "I got it all off, Bob." "Does the stain look bad?" "I don't want my son to see me stained." "No one will ever notice, Howard." "Howard, you got a big water spot on your shirt there." "Bob, is he going to keep putting me down like that all day?" "Well, he was just trying to——" "You do have a big water stain on your shirt." "I know, but it might have dried before my son noticed it." "I've come too far to give it all up now." "I can't afford to have my son see anybody not like me." "Howard, everyone likes you." "Will you do me a favor and quit trying to impress your son?" "Let's just have a nice, relaxing lunch." "Okay, we'll go and have a nice relaxing lunch... and I won't try to impress my son." "Okay, guys, we're all going to lunch, and Daddy's picking up the check." "Oh, what does the balloon say?" ""I have been to my——"" "[Balloon Pops]" "Well, uh, how do you like it, Son?" "Just us guys." "— Real masculine, isn't it?" "— Hello." "— What's she doing here?" "— I'm your waitress." "Have you decided yet?" "— Yes, we've decided." "I'll take it." "— You'll take what?" "— The check." "— We haven't even ordered yet, Howard." "Oh." "Well, when we do, the check goes here." "Yes, sir." "The special today is bouillabaisse." "What's boola—— boola——" "That's a Yale fight song." "I'll explain bouillabaisse to you." "You know the ocean?" "— Uh—huh." "— Well, it's a lot of stuff from the bottom." "Anyway, you wouldn't like it." "Nobody does." "I'll have the bouillabaisse." "— Thank you." "— Bob." "Howard, don't be so touchy." "I was gonna order the same——" "All right, I'll have the special steak sandwich meal." "Fine." "Baked or French fries?" "French fries." "What kind of dressing on your salad?" "French." "— Thank you." "And what'll you have, young man?" "— I'll order for both of us." "First, a hamburger, French fries... and a big orange soda." "And he'll have a hot dog, French fries and a glass of milk." "Fine." "Thank you." "Hey, Bob, did you see what the Bulls did to the Lakers last night?" "Yeah, that was terriﬁc." "Bob Love got what, 32, 33 points?" "— Thirty—ﬁve." "— No kidding?" "— And he was 14 out of 18 from the floor." "— Wow." "You're really a basketball fan." "Me too." "— Sloan really gave West a fit, didn't he?" "— Yeah." "You watch the game on TV last night, Howard?" "No, I was busy sleeping after navigating a big jet liner back from Japan." "— Huh?" "— Howard's a navigator on a big jet liner." "— Really?" "— Really." "I thought they were gonna blow it in the third quarter." "Walker couldn't buy a basket." "That's because he was being guarded too close." "Oh, he could have gotten around some of those guys." "He should have just driven right in him." "Laid 'em right out." "Wow." "Yeah." "I once flew the Green Bay Packers from Green Bay to Detroit." "It was a big exhibition game." "— No kidding, Howard." "— Their regular charter plane broke down... and we had to get in there at the last minute and save 'em." "It was quite exciting." "— Who won?" "— Detroit." "Uh—" "Green Bay." "One of them." "I'm not much on sports." "— Daddy?" "— Yes." "— I have to go to the bathroom." "— I'll show you where it is." "— Can he take me?" "— Oh, yeah, sure, Howie." "Anyway, Howie, Goodrich may be quick, but I like a guy like Weiss." "He just plops 'em right in there from the outside." "I used to play a little ball myself when I was younger." "[Indistinct]" "I lost him." "Howard, he's just taking him to the bathroom." "I know kids." "They go to the bathroom with who they like best." "I lost my son, Bob." "Emily, you deal with kids a lot." "I mean, you get along with them, right?" "Well, I didn't do so well today." "I gave a kid a "D" in a spelling test... and after school he wrote an obscene word in the dust on my car." "How do you know it was the same kid?" "Because he misspelled it." "But usually they write nice words in the dust on your car." "— Yeah." "— I think Howard's having a big problem with his son." "— Howie?" "What's wrong with little Howie?" "— His father." "Howard got so depressed today because Jerry, he took his son to the bathroom." "I mean, he wants everything to be so perfect." "Bob, that's ridiculous." "Nobody can be that perfect." "— [Ringing] — You finished, honey?" "Yeah." "Hello?" "Oh, hello, Howard." "Howard?" "— Howard." "— [Knocking]" "— Come in." "— Howard!" "Hi, Bob." "— Howard, why'd you call me and then hang up?" "— Wanted to see if you were home." "— I am." "— I know." "Bob, Emily, can you do me a favor?" "Can you take care of Howie for a while?" "— Yeah." "What's up?" "— I have to fly to St. Louis tonight." "— I have to fill in for a guy that has the Asian ﬁu." "— That's too bad." "I know." "St. Louis is a drag." "I'm so upset." "I don't know what's the matter with me." "I can't get myself together." "I can't get myself organized." "St. Louis isn't even on my regular run." "I think it's down and a little to the right, Howard." "I sure hate to leave Howie like this." "Do you have any idea when Lois is gonna pick him up?" "Lois?" "Lois." "— Howie's mother." "— Oh." "Yes." "No." "—Which is it, Howard?" "—I don't know." "I called her and she wasn't home, sol left a message with her answering service." "Oh, boy." "I've been so upset lately." "— Could you give me a scotch and water?" "— Yeah." "No, wait a minute." "I'm flying tonight." "Just give me the water." "Where's Howie now?" "In my apartment sleeping." "I kept trying to read him a bedtime story, and he kept falling asleep." "— What's the matter with that kid?" "— Here's your water, Howard." "[Exhales Loudly]" "Well, that didn't seem to help at all." "Howard, just try and relax." "Now, the next time you have Howie, I'm sure everything will go much smoother." "There may not be a next time." "Bob, you're a psychologist." "They say there are a lot of psychological things in kids' pictures." "Howie drew this tonight, and I would like your professional opinion." "If you could tell me some of the hidden meanings, some of the symbolisms." "Tell me what the picture really means to you." "I——I think it's cute." "Cute?" "If I wanted "cute," I would have asked Emily." "Howard, what's wrong with it?" "It's a picture of Howie holding your hand." "No." "He's holding Jerry's hand on the way to the bathroom." "And that's me up in the little airplane flying away from my son." "Howard, this whole thing is out of proportion." "He drew it in five minutes." "You can't expect it to be perfect." "Bob, you have to admit this thing goes a lot deeper than cute." "All right, I'll give you my professional opinion." "Howie is holding Jerry's hand... and going to the bathroom because that's what happened at lunch today." "And you're flying away on an airplane... because you're gonna be flying away on an airplane in a little while." "— Uh—huh." "— The only thing I can't figure out is... who's the person with the cape and the big red "S" on the chest." "Oh, that's his mother." "He thinks the world of her." "Bob, I wonder where Howie is." "[Giggling]" "I don't know." "He just disappeared." "Maybe he's under the carpet." "I don't think so." "It's wall—to—wall." "He'd have to burrow under it." "Oh." "Maybe he's in the coffeepot." "— [Giggling] — No, he's not in there." "[Giggling Continues]" "Bob, I think I'm gonna have to give up." "How about you?" "— Yeah, I don't know where he is." "— Here I am." "— Oh, what a surprise." "— You fooled us." "Let's play it again." "Yeah, that'll be a nice change of pace." "No fair peeking." "[ Doorbell Buzzes ]" "— How'd he get out there?" "— That must be his mother." "— Hello." "— Hi." "Are you the Hartleys?" "— I'm Emily." "This is Bob." "— I'm Lois Borden, Howie's mother." "Oh, hello." "Please, come in." "I'm sorry about all the confusion." "I do appreciate your looking after Howie." "Don't be silly." "He's so nice, you don't even know he's around." "I was noticing that." "Where is he?" "— I don't know." "— What?" "Oh, no." "He's hiding, but he's very easy to find." "We were just playing hide—and—go—seek." "Well, Howie loves that." "He could play it all night." "He has been." "— Why don't I make us some fresh coffee?" "— Thank you, if it's no trouble." "— It's no trouble at all." "Please, sit down." "— Thanks." "Well, you, uh—— you seem very nice." "Well, uh, I am nice." "No, no, I didn't mean that." "It's just we didn't expect——" "Howard had led us to believe——" "I know what you mean." "You were expecting the dragon lady." "— How is Howard?" "—You see him, don't you?" "Well, only to say hello and good—bye, sort of like our marriage." "It must be rough being married to someone who's somewhere else." "Well, it's not the ideal marriage when the wife is sleeping in Chicago... and the husband is sleeping in Guam." "Actually, we probably wouldn't have had Howie... if it weren't for the great airline strike of 1963." "But I still think Howard is basically... a good person, and I appreciate him for that." "You know, that's very refreshing 'cause I deal with a lot of divorced couples." "You wouldn't believe the hatred and animosity." "I mean, they may as well have stayed married, you know." "Hi, Bob." "Hi, Emily." "Hi, Lois." "Guess what just happened." "Oh, Lois." "— Hello, Howard." "— Hi, Lois." "Did you get my message?" "That's why I'm here." "How come you're here?" "I mean, aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" "I don't have to fly to St. Louis after all." "The guy I was supposed to fill in for doesn't have the Asian flu." "He has the regular flu." "— And they let him fly." "— Come on." "Sit down, Howard." "— Well, uh—— — Sit down." "I'll help Emily with the coffee." "[Sighs]" " Well——" " So—" "Uh, what's new?" "Well, uh, uh, the deal came through... on the new house in Evanston." "I'm getting my master's degree in French." "I'm taking tennis lessons twice a week." "Oh." "And that cute little white sports car in front of the building, that's mine." "— What's new with you?" "— Nothing." "Would you like your coffee now?" "— Fine." "— I'll have some coffee too." "Uh, better yet, I'll have the other half of that scotch and water." "I'll get it." "Uh, where's Howie?" "Oh, he's hiding." "You didn't scare him, Bob." "Howie doesn't like to be scared." "No, he's fine." "He's enjoying himself." "Oh, that figures." "He always enjoys himself when I'm not here." "Howard, that's not true." "All he does when he's home is talk about the great times he has when you're together." "— You don't have to lie to me, Lois." "— I'm not lying, Howard." "I mean, he can't wait to get away from me." "He likes me about as much as you do." "Oh, that's ridiculous." "Howie likes you twice as much as I do." "Well, that still isn't very much, is it, Lois?" "Do you—— Do you mind if I ask a question?" "Oh, no, no." "Bob's a psychologist... and he's had a lot of training in these matters, and I think we should listen to him." "— Go right ahead ask anything — Do you like cream or sugar in your coffee?" "Black is fine." "See what I mean?" "He's a great psychologist." "He knows when not to get involved." "Howard, I didn't come up here to argue with you." "Believe me when I tell you that your son loves and respects you." "— Oh, sure he does." "— Well, he talks about you all the time." "The truth of the matter is, Howard, that your son looks upon you... as though you were kind of a god." "— Really?" "— But I straightened him out on that." "— Thanks a lot, Lois." "— Well, you're not, you know." "I know." "It's an identity thing that all sons have with their fathers." "But you wouldn't know about that, would you, Lois?" "I hate to keep butting in——" "No." "Go ahead." "Tell her, Bob." "We have some great banana cream pie." "Isn't he smart to stay out of it like this?" "No pie for me." "Thanks." "I'll have hers." "Look." "Look, Howard." "I know you were a little shortchanged with Howie this visit... so how'd you like to keep him through the weekend?" "Really?" "Are you kidding?" "Wow." "I'll take him to a basketball game." "He can explain it to me." "Well, it's getting late, and I have tennis and yoga tomorrow." "And I have Howie tomorrow." "I'll walk you to your car." "I haven't seen it yet." "— How much is it costing me?" "— Actually, the payments are quite reasonable." "I got a great trade—in on your boat and your trailer." "You're not leaving yet, are you?" "We barely had a chance to sit and talk." "I really have to go, Emily." "I'm not much of a night person." "Yeah, she's right, you know." "She's not." "She never was." "Oh, well, I guess we better be going." "Listen." "We loved having Howie and all... but he's not rightfully ours, so you might wanna take him along." "— I'm sorry." "I'll get him." "Where is he?" "— In the bedroom." "— Excuse me." "— Well, thank you both again." "It was really a pleasure meeting you." "It's nice to know Howie's in good hands whichever parent he's with." "— You seem to have a beautiful divorce." "— Well, thank you." "We're trying to make it work." "Bob, did you say Howie is in the bedroom?" "Because if he is, I can't find him." "— I'm sure he's there." "— But where?" "Did you try under the giggling overcoat?" "Is that why it was giggling?" "Oh." "Nineteen." "Twenty." "There." "Bob, I'm not saying anything to you that you wouldn't say to me... but you ate an awful lot of banana cream pie tonight." "You're right." "One." "There." "— Emily, is this scale right?" "— You may have to adjust it." "Howie was playing with it." "Fora minute there, I thought I ate 45 pounds of banana cream pie." "It sure was nice having a little one around today, wasn't it?" "— Yeah." "— Yeah." "Emily;" "—Hmm?" "I think we've got a problem." "What problem?" "Does this belong to you?" "[ Mews]"