I wouldn't bet ya that it could happen
Not even under the stars
I wouldn't bet ya that it could happen
Not with flamenco guitars
But you can bet me that it could happen
Her eyes are open, but her hearts nappin'
How can she help it temptations tappin'?
Under the yum yum tree
I wouldn't bet ya that she'll start sighin'
Not even under the moon
I wouldn't bet ya that she'll start buyin'
That old reliable tune
But you can bet me that she'll start throwin'
A million kisses and she'll start glowin'
The happy juices will sure start flowin'
Under the yum yum tree
When the yum yum's in bloom
She's bound to lose her heart
All that natural perfume
Should make the fireworks start
I wouldn't bet ya though you've embraced her
You're quite as smart as you thought
I wouldn't bet ya though you have chased her
You're not the one who's been caught
In all the lightening and all the thunder
It's gonna make you begin to wonder
Just who it was who led who under the yum yum tree
The yum yum tree
The yum yum tree
The yum yum tree
David, that tickles, darling.
-You know what drives me crazy? -What?
Time we're wasting.
Robin, marry me. Will you?
David, we've been all through that.
I won't be lobbied into marriage
by over-stimulated glands.
Rob, this is different.
But, David, I want to marry you out of love,
deep, real and absolute.
I don't want to be carried away by my own fermenting juices,
like some girls I know.
When the temperatures cooled down, what were they left with?
Corroded hopes, unfulfilled dreams, and a house full of children.
-Well, no, thanks. Not for me. -Rob.
That's why the plan we've worked out is so perfect, David.
To live together without sleeping together.
Why, it's an absolutely brilliant way
to find out if we're compatible.
It's crazy. Honey, you're asking
for a silk-smooth marital future
without any problems whatsoever, and there ain't no such animal.
Well, for Pete's sake, we can try.
You're wacky, you know that?
-You're... -David, it makes very good sense.
-We find out if we have real character compatibility... -Uh-huh.
...to see if we fulfill each other's non-physical needs.
Now, David, you agreed.
I don't agree.
Now, honey, I'm going along with this thing
because I happen to be in love with you,
but that doesn't alter the fact that you are a genuine, gold-plated kook.
Who ever heard of normal, supposedly sane people
living together in such a nutty setup?
David, I want...
All right, all right. I said I'd go along with it.
Then it's all settled? Oh, David!
All I have to do now is find an apartment.
You know, you're really oblivious.
Nobody goes out around here and finds an apartment.
I have married friends who've been searching for months.
Don't worry about it. I will find an apartment.
-You will find an apartment. -Bye-bye. I have to run.
We're all dying to know how it works out. Keep us informed, won't you?
Do you know that I'm gonna have to figure out a way
to keep my parents from finding out?
They'd go screaming berserk if they knew I was living with a man.
Your toothbrush hanging right by Dave's, side by side.
Ooh! It sounds so deliciously illicit. I get goose bumps.
May I say, I don't think the divorce rate is the entire picture
of disharmony and discord.
How do you mean?
Well, think of all the thousands of marriages where there is not divorce.
People just go on living together in mutual dislike.
I agree with Ardice. And one reason this happens
is because kids get married before they're emotionally mature.
They think it's love, but it's really just intense physical attraction.
Exactly.
Kids go start necking, they lose all power of rational thinking.
There has to be a courtship.
A boy and girl have got to get to know each other.
In the front seat of a parked car?
God, when you're so busy necking,
who's got time for a character analysis?
Try taking notes.
I did.
All right.
Tomorrow, the first four chapters of Neurotic Interaction in Marriage,
edited by Dr. Victor Eisenstein. That's all for today.
Oh.
Bye-bye, Irene.
Robin, there was a call for you yesterday from San Francisco.
-Did you get it? -Yes. It was only Mother.
She wants to know if you're coming up for Easter vacation?
I meant to write. I'll take care of it.
Irene, can I ask you an impertinent question?
Why, as your teacher or your aunt?
More as just a woman.
Before you married Uncle Frank, did you...
Did I what?
You know.
Well, I was hoping I was mistaken.
I'm not passing moral judgment.
I'm just doing personal research.
You know, Dave and I haven't.
It's not necessary to announce that fact.
Robin, sometimes you can be unnerving.
I just don't want to make the same mistake you and Uncle Frank made.
I want my marriage to work. No divorces for me.
Could we discuss it another time?
I really have to rush, darling.
Translate the passages of Homer on page 10 tomorrow, all right?
Charles.
Hi. Listen, I've got two whole free periods to help you move, Irene.
Sure it's not inconveniencing you?
I'm sure. Hello, Robin.
Hi. Move? Who's moving?
Dr. Howard has kindly consented to help me move.
From that divine apartment? Why?