dinner jacket.

    MAGGIE

    No, oo blond.

    MRS. tROUt

    (picks up another)

    ell go otal traditional.

    MAGGIE

    too dark.

    ther groom.

    IKE

    But  ters eyes.

    Maggie cringes at the sound of Ikes voice.

    IKE (contd)

    No -- ters eyes are closer set.

    Sinues her search.

    IKE (contd)

    (to Mrs. trout)

    Could I wo coffees, please? And

    wonderful smell?

    (seeing the

    cinnamon rolls)

    Ill hose delicious

    looking cinnamon rolls.

    MRS. tROUt

    Sure.

    (picking up a

    miniature bride)

    he

    best you.

    Mrs. trout steps ao get o ther

    side of Maggie and picks up the bride and groom figure.

    IKE

    Lets see... Excuse me, isnt t cute?

    Ahh...

    edly knock the groom figure in

    the head and run away screaming.

    IKE (contd)

    Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! Oh, help me!

    s .

    Mrs. trout just about bursts a gut laugakes the

    bride from Ike coldly.

    MRS. tROUt

    You must be t Mr. Graham fellow.

    Ike turns and goes to her.

    IKE

    Yes, I am. And who are you?

    MRS. tROUt

    Betty trout. Five dollars.

    IKE

    (as he pays)

    Oty. I take it youre going to

    be making they say

    youre throwing --

    MRS. tROUt

    (interrupting)

    -- the luau for Maggie.

    Sarts picking lint off tons his cuff.

    MAGGIE