Your Coca-Cola Bottler presents, Claudia. Claudia, based on the famous play and novels by Rose Franken, brought to you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola. Relax, and while you're listening, refresh yourself. Have a Coke. And now, Claudia. David, are you awake? Did you hear that? Yes, I'm awake and I heard it. Sounds as if something's getting murdered. Something will if it doesn't shut up. Blasted cats. Why do cats always choose the middle of the night? Because I'm trying to sleep. That one has a loud speaker on his whiskers. It's funny, we never hear cats in the country. Well, just let them try. Well, I suppose if I were an alley cat in New York, I'd howl too. David, what if we threw them a fish? That'd shut them up. Fish is not what they're screaming for. Oh. You'd merely have a whole chorus of cats instead of a trio. Oh, I'm so sleepy. No wonder cats sleep all day. David, will you be able to go back to sleep? No. Poor darling. Please try. Shut up, you beasts. Oh. Someone threw a flower pot. It didn't hit him. Worse luck. David, how can you say that about a poor little cat? New York certainly is awake when it's asleep. Oh, David, you'll smother with a pillow over your head. Take it off. Who cares? Good night. That cat sounds as if it's under the bed. I'll close the window, darling. Amazing how quiet it looks. Not a thing moving but noises. What time is it? One thirty. Oh, awful. Go to sleep. Good night, darling. Same to you. I'm smothering. Take the pillow off your face. It's not on my face, but I can't sleep in a hot room. There's no air without a window. David, you have your choice, air or cats. I can't sleep with cats, but I can't live without air. It is warm tonight, even unseasonal. I suppose that's why the backyard fence is so crowded. Well, open the window. Is the heat on? No, it's just a warm night. Cat's gone, darling. They've gone on to wake somebody else. I'm wide awake. I'll pretend you're asleep. How does Mama do it? She closes her eyes and stops thinking. It'll be easier for you. All you have to do is close your eyes. Now listen, grumpy. Don't take those cats out on me. What I meant was how does Mama sleep in the city anyway? Any way she can. Poor Mama. Well, sweet dreams. There's a fire someplace. You'll wake, too? What do you think? Have you slept at all since? No, I haven't slept since two. What time is it now, David? A quarter to three. Oh. It's a fine time of night to have a fire. Hey, where are you going? To tell the truth. I'm going to the hospital. To tell the truth. It's just down the street. Is it? No, it just sounds as if. Oh. David, remember how quiet the nights are in Eastbrook, not a peep. I remember all right. I'm more tired now than I was when I went to bed. You'll go back to sleep in a minute. What for? To be awakened again, of course. Poor Mama. Say, David. Hmm? Maybe we ought to send her away or something on a vacation. I'd forgotten. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'd forgotten how noisy the city is. We'll talk about it in the morning. Don't forget. Hmm. Nice and quiet now. You had to open your big mouth. I had just fallen asleep. I was smarter. I didn't bother. The two cars just found each other. Probably the only two cars awake in New York at four o'clock. David, David, you'll smother yourself under the sheets. Oh, Mama had to have an apartment near the river. Wait till I give her a piece of my mind. Poor Mama. I don't know how she survives. It's five o'clock. It's almost time to get up. It'll be quiet now. Well, what makes you think so? Because it's almost time to get up. Besides, the night was so noisy, so daytime's bomb to be quiet. It's opposite. I see. Roll over. Go on. I'm comfortable. David. Hmm? You have a big day ahead? Mm-hmm. I'm dringer. Hmm. Wouldn't you know it? Yeah. Well, good night, darling. Mm-hmm. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night, darling. Good morning, darling. Oh, no, no. It can't be. It is. It's like waking up in a dandruff chair. Oh, they can't be riveting already. It's the middle of the night. It is half past seven. Oh, maybe I'm dead. Too early to rivet. Mutch. I'll write a letter. That's all I know. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll write a letter... Yeah? That's what I'll do. Yeah? To whom? To the city. To the government. Oh, good. It shouldn't be allowed. There ought to be a law against it. I couldn't agree with you more. Forbidden to rivet before noon. But I can't hear what you're saying. But it doesn't matter. Speak louder. I haven't been strength. I think you ought to take a room in a hotel, darling. Why am I shouting for? Riveting stopped. Oh, what bliss. I feel soggy limp. What's soggy limp? Us. Think we ought to go back to sleep? Sleep? What's that? Riveting stops. Only to catch its breath. Well, maybe that's all. Maybe it was just a little cavity. No, it's the Grand Canyon. What? Nothing. What are they riveting for, anyway? To wake people up. Oh, to be in Eastbrook now that riveting is here. Oh, we might as well get up. I'll close the window, darling. Maybe that'll make it quiet. Yeah. Not much better, is it? Oh, I don't need to shout now. I'm up. I mean, I'm up. Well, you don't look so bad. Thanks. Just a little so-so. You're on the ears. The ears are tired. They were up all night. How do I look? No, no, no, no. Don't tell me. David, I didn't remember New York being so noisy at night. You probably slept through it. How could I possibly? You were younger. I must have been very younger. Well, how about breakfast? Fine. I've worked up quite an appetite. David, I'm so sorry about last night. It's not your fault. It didn't seem possible it was so noisy. Oh, well, maybe you can manage to nap after lunch. Oh, sure. Shh. Why? Maybe Mom is just falling asleep. With that riveting going on. That's true. Shh, anyway, on general principles. Being quiet with all that riveting going on is like throwing good money after bad. We'll be in the kitchen in a moment. Then we can talk out loud. David. What? When you lived in New York, was it noisy like this? Last night must be sort of an exception. Yeah, I guess so. I make the coughing strong. Don't do that. I'll take Mama back to her country with us. Or she doesn't want to come with us. We can send her off someplace else. Mama won't like being treated like a package being sent off someplace else. Well, like it or not, this can't go on, poor thing. You know, I didn't believe it when I read all that stuff about the city getting so congested, all the building going on and everything. I thought certainly it was all exaggerated. Now I know it's true. You do, huh? Conditions prove it, too, David. What about fires? What do fires come from? Crowded living conditions, yes? Mmm. Oh, you agree, good. And riveting, what's that come from? Building new buildings, yes. There's no doubt about that. Well, there you have it. Have what? As simple as the nose on your face. Why, it's so noisy and I didn't remember it before. I'm glad you told me. I feel a lot better about the whole thing. Good. Now I'll make breakfast. I'm so tired. Stop telling me. And I don't want any of that noisy breakfast food either. It's not your fault. Shouting won't make it look better. I didn't mean to shout. I look better after I shave. Listen, why don't you take a nice cold shower while I make the coffee? No, I'll take a nice cold shower after. Just a few more days and we'll be back in Eastbrook. Just thinking about it makes me drool. I'll make the coffee. Well, everybody up bright and early. Mama. Good morning, Mother. It's nice to see all this activity. You must be feeling strong today, Claudia, while you're even brewing the coffee. Strong. It's going to be a nice day. I can feel it. Let's open the windows. It's stuffy in this kitchen, isn't it? She's acting awfully spry, isn't she, David? Yeah, awfully. That's better. Oh, no. What's the matter, David? Why the face? And come to think of it, why the faces? You both look as if you belong on a clothesline all night. I can't hear you. Is your hearing affected too? All I can hear is the riveting. What riveting? What riveting? You mean that you don't hear that? Oh, that building outside. It's not very noisy today. Hardly at all. I'll push over, Claudia. I'll make breakfast. Shall I ask her, David? Yeah, go on, darling. I am struck dumb. What now? How did you sleep? Fine. Why? You slept fine. Beautifully. It was warmish and very nice. You didn't hear anything? Of course not. I was asleep. How could I hear anything when I was asleep? Well, we were too, but it woke us up all night. What is it? The noises. Cats, fires, taxis, foghorns, and then for whipped cream. The riveting. That riveting wouldn't wake a mouse. Well, it woke us two mouses. Then you are mouses. Or should I say mice? Now, stop pretending, Mama. Listen, you ever get a decent night's sleep anymore? I do. Except when I'm in the country with you. Except, uh, except what? Repeat that, please. Except when I'm in the country with you. All those infernal frogs and crickets and birds and roosters and cows. It takes me two or three days to get enough use to the noise in your farm so that I can sleep. Oh, David. That's true. I've never heard as noisy a place as your farm. It's always a pleasure to be back in New York and get a decent night's sleep again. Believe me. 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