Now, let’s not get carried away with the truth. I’m not saying to lie. It’s all in where you put the accent. Now, you got caught in the rain, got out of your clothes. Russ came home, thought you were me and it seemed like a good joke. Ha ha. Just get him in the mood. Not here, but tonight while he’s dancing. Pick your spot. Whisper in his ear. What? Well, I’ll be you, and uh… Mike, you be Russ.
Sunday in New York (1963), directed by Peter Tewksbury
















