After the Anniversary Party

running and snarly. You meet your blanch. Who's doing it? You're doing it. It amazes me how you can sleep at all with your gilly conscience. Not gilly. Put out the lights. I will not. This is one night you're not going to get away with it.

Blanch, what's the matter with you? Three o'clock in the morning. You had a good time tonight. Now why don't you let me sleep? I had a miserable time. Was the unhappiest anniversary I ever spent.

Why didn't you show up for the party, John? I told you. I got stuck at the office. I'd like to believe that. What were you doing? Working. Sure. That's always the first excuse. If I don't fall for that, you have a second excuse, then a third, then a fourth.

What were you working on? A fifth. You'd better not be so bold, John Thiggson. But your information, I got a call from Louise Shaw. What about it? She saw you coming out of a saloon at midnight.

She saw you, and I don't deny it. I'm not denying it. Why were you coming out of a saloon at midnight? Because I had to come out sometime. I'm warning you, John. You've had to give up that habit.

Every time you go into a saloon, the devil goes in with you. Well, if he does, he pays for his own drinks. Goodnight. No, no. What time did you leave the office? I left the office at 11 o'clock. I caught the bus at 11.5. I got off at 11.54.

I stopped at the cocktail bar and bought a corkscrew and waited an hour. Why? Because it was pouring outside. What were you doing? Pouring inside. Are you satisfied? Is that what you wanted me to say?