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Jimmy finds himself living in a massage parlor, where the only masseuse he can afford is a Ma Kettle lookalike. Unable to stand Grace Kelly for more than a minute, the impenetrably dense (nothing new there) misogynist attempts to chase her off for seemingly more interesting people across the back lot’s courtyard.

This is the only movie in which Jimmy has conquered stuttering, fumbling and fussing, much to the dismay of his fans and co-star, I’m sure. Oh, and the ever-faithful Oleg wasn’t around to dress her. That was left to Edith Head.