(xx) Sixty Pairs of Pants

Well, sir, it's early evening, as R.C. opens now. And here in the living room with a small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Goode. Husband and wife are established on opposite sides of the library table, playing a sluggish and dispirited game of rumming.

Vic is saying... You started with your gonna discards? Huh? No, I was thinking about something else. Something else? Miss Aperot made kind of a halfway funny remark this afternoon. I was wondering if she meant it for a slam.

Have I been sitting here all this time waiting for you to play in your mind isn't even on the game? Oh goodness, person to think Rummy was something important. Well no, but thunder I could be reading the newspaper engaging in some other pursuit.

Ah, right, keep your shirt on. Here's the king of spades. You're just carting it? Yeah. Which you've been saving kings, haven't you? That's my beeswax. You got no right to ask the fellow what he's saving.

Well I saw you pick up three kings from the pile. Now you're throwing one away. How do you have expect to win? Have you saw what you're spreading? I'm going to come on in. My gosh, you might be fine.

Willie, hi. Hi. I'm not going to play with you if you holler at me. It takes all the fun out of the game. Well, you know who it does. Yeah, silly little cards. It's such a very easy maybe out of the down to doctors.

Oh, you can sign a document for me. Only take a half a second. What's the document? I just had another run in with Hyney Call. Yeah, a baby love. Russell, I've talked about this business just about as much as I want to.