Frank: As long as we do it right, the scheme is foolproof! (picks up his wine glass) To the next seven years.
Mildred: To the next seven years.
Alfred Hitchcock: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and especially the gentlemen. All of you have at one time or another, speculated on how it would be to be separated from your wife for a week or a weekend. Ah... but have you ever thought of being away from the little woman for seven years? Oh, you have? Oh, well, in that case, you will be even more interested in tonight's play called "Don't Come Back Alive". It's a homey little story of intrigue, jealousy, avarice, and fraud. It will follow immediately after this illustrated lecture on the virtues of our sponsor's product. (He looks off camera and clicks.) May we see the first slide, please?
Alfred Hitchcock: By way of tidying up our story, I fell obliged to tell you that Mrs. Partridge eventually received what is termed "a decent burial". While this did not make her feel any better, knowing it may allow you to rest more easily. Well, that's our story for this evening. All of our show, including the following commercial, is on film. However, the corpse on tonight's program originated live in New York City. I'll be back in a minute. (Fades to commercial)
Alfred Hitchcock: And now, if you don't mind, I shall stage a disappearance of my own. But don't be alarmed. I shall not stay out of sight for seven years. Just seven days. When I reappear, it will be to tell you another of our little fairy stories for grown-up children.