what's the panic? i'm going to have another martooni. first you can't wait to get me up here, and now -- rush, rush, rush! makes a person feel cheap. what guy? whose apartment is this, anyway? some setup you got here. a real, honest-to-goodness love nest. you're one button off, mr. kirkeby. you got to watch those things. wives are getting smarter all the time. take mr. bernheim -- in the claims department -- came home one night with lipstick on his shirt -- told his wife he had a shrimp cocktail for lunch -- so she took it out to the lab and had it analyzed -- so now she has the house in great neck and the children and the new jaguar -- i told you -- with my mother. a hundred and seventy-ninth street -- the bronx. like hell you will. you'll buy me a cab. you mean you bring other girls up here? consolidated life -- i'll connect you -- consolidated life -- yes? oh, hello -- sure i got home all right -- you owe me forty-five cents. thursday? that's the untouchables -- with bob stack. so i figure, a man in his position, he's going to take me to 21 and el morocco -- instead, he takes me to hamburg heaven and some schnook's apartment -- yeah? -- yeah? -- where? -- you bet -- somebody watch my line -- there's a swinging party up on the nineteenth floor -- -- so i said to him: never again! -- either get yourself a bigger car or a smaller girl -- hey, come on, what are we waiting for? open up, will you? what's holding things up? what gives? go where? she's home -- stuffing a turkey. that's fine. but what are we going to do about grandma and uncle herman and aunt sophie and my two nieces --