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Is there anything else I can get for you?
What did you have in mind?
(lowers voice, looks towards office) what kind of a man are you? Where do you come from?
(getting out card) Didn't I give you one of my cards?
And where on earth did you find a thing like him?
Harvey the Pooka?
Is it true that he has a -- function--that he--?
Gets advance notice? I'm happy to say it is. Harvey is versatile. Harvey can stop clocks.
What?
Well, you've heard that expression, "his face would stop a clock."
Yes, but why? To what purpose?
Harvey says he can look at your clock and stop it, and you can go away as long as you like with whomever you like, and go as far as you like, and when you come back, not a minute will have ticked by.
Do you mean that he can (falters), he can?
Einstein has overcome time and space. Well, Harvey has overcome not only time and space, but any objections.
And does he do this for you?
He will at anytime, but so far, I've never been able to think of any place I’d rather be. I always have a wonderful time just where I am, whoever I’m with. I am having a fine time right here with you, Doctor.
I know where I’d go.
Where?
I’d go to Akron.
Akron?
There is a cottage camp just outside Akron in a grove of maple trees; green, cool, beautiful.
That’s my favorite tree.
I’d go there with a pretty woman, a strange woman, a quiet woman.
Under a tree?
I wouldn’t even want to know her name, while I would just be-- Mr. Brown. I would send out for cold beer. I would tell her things I have never told to anyone.--things that are locked deep in here. (thumps his chest. Elwood looks over at his chest with interest) Then I would send out for more cold beer.
No whiskey, huh?
Beer is better.
Maybe under a tree.
I wouldn't let her talk to me, but as I talked, I would want her to reach out a soft, white hand and stroke my head and say “Poor thing; oh, you poor, poor thing.”
How long would you want that to go on?
Two weeks.
Wouldn’t that get a little monotonous? Just Akron, cold beer and "poor, poor thing" for two weeks.
No, no it would not. It would be wonderful.
I can’t help but feel you're making a mistake in not allowing the woman to talk. If she gets around at all, she might have picked up some interesting news items. And I'm sure you are making a mistake with all that beer and no whiskey, but it’s your two weeks.
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