(xx) Beautiful Beautiful Wallpaper

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as our scene opens now. And here in the living room of the small house halfway up in the next block, we find Mrs. Victor Cook and young Mr. Rush Cook.

Say it is fixing a stern eye upon her son and speaking in this wise. What exactly did Mr. Erksen say? He says, tell your mother I'd drop by to leave these beautiful, beautiful wallpaper patterns.

How long was he here? No time at all. Dr. Wright in and right off. Wanted to avoid me. Yes, I believe that's a fact, because all the time he was talking, he kept looking nervously out the window.

Afraid I'd pop in before he could escape. Oh, yeah. And these are the beautiful wallpaper patterns, are they? Beautiful, beautiful wallpaper patterns. Beautiful, I picked them out, huh? Yeah, Mr. Erickson said a woman's taste in such matters is better than a man's.

Oh, ain't he this next customer. The world's most wonderful landlord. Hey, guy, how are you? Government. All right. I bet your mother took the early train for St. Paul, Minnesota. Hi. What's these little tablet paper thing I'm going to do?

I'll spend on the patterns. Notes from Bueller to you. Oh indeed. Greetings friends. I hope I'm not too late for the banquet. Fact of the matter is I was held up and robbed by two villainous road ages down the big and high.

Then I'm into Mr. Erickson, did you? Erickson? No, I didn't. He waited till the coast was clear and both you and me away from home and then sneaked in and handed Russia a batch of wallpaper patterns.

Really? These rotten things. Hmm. Look at them once. Jeepest, shoddyest trash I ever seen. That's certainly a poisonous green there on top. Free the little note. There's a little note goes with it, Bueller-Rope. Yes, his daughter Bueller picked out these samples.