noon
I -- I just ai n't your kind , Mrs. Loeb . Yours and -- Etta 's . I -- I ca n't be saving and economical when I see there 's plenty to spend . I -- I was raised with my brother down in Shefsky 's theater , where nobody cares about monogramed guest towels and about getting up before noon if they do n't want to . The evenings here kill me ! Kill me ! I hate pinochle !