A Letter to Three Wives Page #11

You're always talking about being

such a man. You don't even act grown up.

- What are you gettin' sore about?

- You. You're so stupid.

Now wait a minute!

Have you any idea how much

Lora Mae's in love with you?

No, how much?

So much she's afraid to tell you,

afraid you'd laugh at her.

Me laugh? She couldn't say it

with a straight face.

Lora Mae in love with me?

Its all she can do to wait it out.

- Wait it out?

- Yeah, like an annuity till it matures.

Like a slot machine till it pays off.

That's what she's waitin' for.

A chance to call it off, to collect.

"The end of the line. Fares, please."

Don't tell me about love and Lora Mae.

Oh, George.

There's a fine, relaxed

atmosphere at this table,

- as if there were a body hidden under it.

- Im sorry.

Oh, I was only kidding.

What was it you called Addie

down at the pier, the dear departed?

Maybe that's who's under the table,

only it's Brad.

Deborah, why are you letting all this nice,

cold champagne fizz itself to death?

It sounds like one of

your quotations, Professor.

Can you give me something

fitting for the occasion?

Well, why not make up your own?

Its more fun.

I don't understand this conversation

at all. How drunk am I?

- Thank you very much, Mrs. Hollingsway.

- Let's do it again sometime.

- And thank you, Mr. Hollingsway.

- Yeah.

He seems pleasant enough. Who is he?

A business associate of my mother's.

He's a bookie. Your mother bets with him.

Will everyone excuse me, please?

I think Id like to leave.

- Ill drive you, Deborah.

- Id rather go by myself, if you don't mind.

- What's goin' on here?

- Shut up.

- Why not spend the night with us, Debby?

- Thanks just the same.

Will somebody tell me

what this is all about?

Later. Ill tell you later.

- Don't you know, Porter?

- No.

Let's go for a little walk.

No. I want to tell Porter

what he doesn't know.

I want to say it out loud.

The reason I want to go home, Porter,

is because Ive been spoiling

everybody's fun.

Don't be silly, Deb...

Ive tried hard to make believe

the way you do,

Porter, but Im not as much

of a man as you are.

- I can't anymore.

- Make believe about what?

Don't you know by now?

You're not as smart as I thought, Porter.

You want it in so many words?

- All right, then.

- Deborah...

My husband has run away

with Addie Ross.

Please, nobody get up. Good night.

- Sit down.

- Porter, please.

- Sit down for a moment.

- Let her go, Porter.

You keep out of it. Everyone else too.

Just for a minute?

Brad didn't run away with Addie Ross. I did.

But how? You're here.

A man can change his mind, can't he?

- Porter, you're quite a guy.

- Thanks.

She'd have known in the morning anyway.

She'd have had a tough night.

She's just a kid.

Dance with me, George.

Rita, do you mind

just another minute?

Okay, you got it. They all heard me say

I ran away with another woman.

You've got everything you need.

You can take me for everything

you'll ever want.

Like always, Porter,

when you start knocking on that brandy

bottle, you'll come up with anything.

I guess I stopped listening.

'Cause if you said something,

I just didn't hear it.

Why don't everybody dance?

Lora Mae.

You big gorilla.

Let's dance?

Heigh-ho.

Good night, everybody.

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