Exactly when are you jarheads going to
realize that I know dames?
She'll be here...
All right, all right.
Just name the time.
The lady'll be here in
four minutes.
Midnight?
Yes, sir.
Straight up, sir.
Twenty -four hundred hours.
What is taking her so long?
Sergeant, you've got to be kidding.
You tell me.
Well, she closed the store at 9 p .m.,
arrived home 9 .15, dressed and left at 10 .30.
Then where is she?
Uh, where is she,
Sergeant?
Yeah, where is she,
Fred?
After all, that was an hour and a half ago.
I know.
But she lives next door.
I know that too.
Takes her an hour and
a half to go 10 feet.
She forgot her gloves.
She forgot her gloves?
All women forget their gloves.
She had to go back.
She had to go back to get them,
leaving us to join the ranks of aging men.
Why, a guy could raise a goat,
cure the hide,
and cut and stitch her a pair before
a dame could go home,
pick up her gloves, and start out again.
I'm telling you, she had to go back.
She had to go all the way back.
She had to go all the way back up,
all the way back up the elevator.
Arriving at a door, she opens up her purse,
And then she reaches down
in there to find her key.
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13,
14, 15 minutes later,
she finds key,
enters and picks up gloves,
lingers for a dab of perfume.
Joy?
No, I think arpeggio.
Mm, good old arpeggio.
No, I think joy, joy.
Shh.
And while she's there, how long would
it take to just slip down the hall
for one more glance
in the mirror in the back of
the door of the toy toy.
15 minutes.
Correct.
And once again, she's underway.
She tiptoes out of the apartment.
Uh -oh, she tiptoes back.
ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Forgot her gloves again.
Yep.
She's back in her purse.
Up to the elbow.
At 15 minutes.
Got it.
She had to go back.
She had to go back.
Up in the elevator, once more at her door.
She opens up her purse,
and once again, she
Reaching in to find her key!
3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,
13, 14, 15 minutes later,
she enters and picks up gloves, catches
a look at her reflection.
Should she have worn a hat,
she tries one on.
Well, ship ahoy, boys.
You'll have to check this out.
Don't mean down the hall again.
Yep.
The mirror in the back of the door,
the toy toy.
Where else?
Bum, bum, bum, bum.
Now, at last, it's under way.
The third time's the charm.
Mr.
Gage, take a bow.
I deserve it.
She's coming up our stairs, fellas,
right through our front door.
She's got her finger on our doorbell,
our fuzzy little doorbell,
and she's pushing it right about now!
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