Too Little to Live On

Suspense! Tonight, to George Murphy and Miss Nancy Coleman, our stars are too little to live on. A suspense play produced, edited and directed by William Speer. I don't know whether we ever thought about it before this morning or not.

Might have crossed their mind sometime, one of the other of it. I don't know. But we never talked about it. Never. Never before this morning. Then this morning, everything just seemed to come to head.

Every little thing that had happened all those months, years just seemed to pile up at once. Just seemed as though this morning was the last straw. All right. Oh, darling. Breakfast is getting warm on the back of the stove.

I'd get it for you, but I'm already late with his. Oh, that's all right. You better hurry, though. Oh, I'm not going to the office today. You're not? No, he wants me to stick around.

Don't you remember his lawyers dropping in sometime today only? He doesn't know when? At least that's his story. Maybe he really doesn't know. Oh, he knows all right. Not that it matters much. I don't have any appointments a day anyway.

People around here wouldn't have their teeth fixed if you paid them to. They can't help but it's their poor day. I didn't say they could. I just said that they can't afford to go to the dentist.

It happens that I'm the dentist they can't afford to go to. Donna, now to be some way we can move to another neighborhood. So at least you can start building a decent practice. Sure. How? With what?

I know. With Uncle Ed's money. When we get it. At least that's what we've been telling ourselves for the past three years. So couldn't we talk to him? Couldn't we make him see it? Oh, you know how much chance there is of that.