Why doesn't someone think about Lorna Murchison?

There is one woman.

Anyone play cards with me?

Because there's two heads inside one person when you think about it.

You'll have to search your minds and find other witnesses.

You've got a visitor.

Nobody wants to hear that. Not after this!

Would anyone else like to read?

I would kill for a plate of polo right now.

I think when someone asks for privacy, they should have it.

You just don't want to get shot. Nobody wants to get shot.

How many men do you think there've been?

But someone's trying to kill me.

Sure you do. All women want to make their man over.

It staggers me that nobody's thought of it before.

Anyone want to hazard a guess?

Let's try to figure the whole thing out. First, there was a man named Ambrose Chappell.

I'm the one with the problem, if you care to think.

Think of No. 1. Share and share alike's no good.

Nobody wants to do this.

This is what some people think.

There's somebody who wants to meet you.

For all of us. All right.

Someone wants to blackmail us.

Neither did anybody else!

Certainly you've got a fellow.

The way I feel now, a midget could whip me.

Someone that I don't want to meet.

The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.

Some of them are driven to suicide, OK?

It arises from not thinking.

No one shall hurt you, baby.

Well, why should anyone want to kill you?

Did someone say, Sing it again ?

Would be well and would not think anything.

There's someone in my apartment I'd like you to meet.

A woman's mind sometimes...

Some women don't want to get married

You think they'll ever use it?

I want someone to copy it down.

I don't want to be loved.

I think I've got about... 35.

Somebody did it, and I reckon it's you.

So do all your people.

There's a man outside who wants to see you.