Country Club Dance

As we look in on the coopers tonight, we find there's nobody home because they're over at the Atterbury's. Liz and Iris must have something up their sleeve, for they served their husbands a tremendous dinner and they are now sprawled out helplessly in the living room.

Oh, good. I ate too much. I wish I could loosen my bell. Well, why don't you? Don't be silly. You can't reach way out there. I know just how he feels. How bad I've gained five pounds.

Oh, that dinner was worth it. Who cares if you gain a few pounds here and there? I do. With me the fat ignores here and goes straight to there. Fat is so sneaky on women. It always hits below the belt.

Oh, don't talk about it. If anyone wants me for the next six months, you're a giant hibernating. Iris, do you think they're ready? They look just about right for me. What are they talking about, Mr. Attabary?

I don't know, but I think they're getting ready to baste us with gravy. No, we're not going to eat you. We just want to ask you a favor, so we stuffed you until you're too weak to fight back.

That's typical feminine scheme. What's the favor? Well, before we ask you, will you promise you'll say yes? No. Oh, George, before I ask you, will you promise you'll say yes? Oh, no, the last time I did that, I ended up married.

Judge Cooper. Let's come right out with the players. We want you boys to take us to the country club dance Friday night. Dance, boys. Remember what the dance is, don't you, Rudolf? When you climb up on my feet and we glide around the room.