A Song Is Born Page #7

Oh, really?

I admit at times

it was quite a struggle, but...

- Like when?

- Well, twice to be exact.

The first time

when you leaned over my shoulder

to explain the meaning of the word riff.

- And the second time?

- I'm not finished with the first time.

You leaned over my shoulder,

and I felt your breath on my ear.

- And...

- And the second time,

you were standing up against the window

with the sunlight in your hair.

- But you didn't do anything about it.

- Yes, I did. I left the room.

I went upstairs,

dipped my handkerchief into cold water

and put it on the back of my neck.

Right here, where the nerve center is.

You're cute.

Just a little sunlight in my hair

and you had to water your neck.

Well, perhaps

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

But I'm trying to explain

that the whole success

of the project depends on this.

I want you to cooperate.

I'd like you to leave.

- Do you really mean that?

- Yes, I do. I do.

Well, as long as I'm leaving anyway,

I may as well spill it.

Spill it? Spill what?

Why do you think I came here

in the first place?

- Well, I imagine to help me in my research.

- No, I came on account of you.

- On account of me?

- Yeah.

Of all the men I've ever met,

I had to fall for a strong,

silent man of distinction.

- Distinction...

- A man of unbending willpower,

a man who can just flip me away

like an old cigarette butt.

- Now, don't let it upset you, Miss Honey.

- But it does upset me.

Unfortunately, I don't happen to be strong.

I can't steel myself against you.

- Against me?

- Yeah, you.

Maybe it sounds crazy, but to me,

you're a regular yumyum type.

- A yumyum?

- Yeah, you know what that means?

No, we haven't gotten to that yet.

We've got to it now, and I'm glad it's out.

I don't give a whoop

if the others went for me.

It's you I'm wacky about. Just plain wacky.

Can you understand that?

- Please, Miss Honey...

- Please nothing.

Maybe you can generate or whatever it is

for all that suppress business, but I can't.

Come here. You're so tall.

- What are you doing?

- You'll find out.

That's an extremely valuable

reference book.

That's just too bad.

- Just perfect.

- What are you gonna do?

I'm going to show you what yumyum is.

Here's yum.

And here's the other yum.

And here's yumyum.

- Pardon me.

- Hey, where are you going?

Did you see?

He almost stepped on my hand.

- Three steps at a time.

- Like a shot out of a gun.

- Why?

- I don't know.

To get a razor strap I hope,

and I hope he knows where to apply it.

- Well, Professor Frisbee?

- Yes, Miss Bragg.

Would someone call a taxicab

for Miss Honey, please?

Of course, right away.

- Fine business.

- I beg your pardon?

What's the big idea

of running out on me like that?

Oh, nothing. Nothing.

I've been thinking, Miss Honey, and...

Well, the last few minutes

have confirmed my former decision.

Your further presence here would be fatal.

You must get me out of your mind

just as I must get you out of this house.

Your hair's wet.

- Well, never mind, please.

- Well, it is wet.

Well, what of it?

Nothing. I just happened to notice it.

- Well, forget it, please.

- Okay, okay, but it is wet.

Now, to get back

to the subject under discussion.

It would be idle for me to deny that I too

feel very strongly

this affinity that you spoke about

a few minutes ago.

But after three years

when my work is finished,

perhaps we can take up where we left off.

In the meantime,

I hope that we may continue

with some sort of correspondence.

- Would you, Miss Honey?

- Oh, Frizzy.

I know.

That's the way I feel, too,

but it has to be.

Just one more thing before you go,

Miss Honey.

It will probably be a long time

and I thought perhaps...

Well, that is... I...

Would you yum me just once more?

- It seems so unnecessary.

- Yes, it does.

I think it's very...

- Taxi is here.

- I'll tell him.

Professor Frisbee, the taxi

for that young woman is here.

Professor Frisbee, the taxi. The taxi!

- Yes, what is it?

- The taxi is here.

Taxi? What taxi?

Miss Swanson's or mine?

It's all yours, crabapple Annie!

- Get some coffee.

- Yes.

Now, you just sit down,

and we'll get you something to eat.

- Miss Bragg kept something warm.

- Just sit down.

- Here's your coffee, Frisbee.

- Where have you been, Frisbee?

- Yeah, it's almost 4:00 in the morning.

- What happened to you?

- Come on, drink your coffee, Frisbee.

- Yes, here's the sugar.

Sugar, Frisbee.

No, no, that's salt.

Get another cup of coffee.

Now, Frisbee, you left before dinner.

Where have you been?

- Not on the cake.

- That's mustard.

Here's some more coffee.

Now, Frisbee, won't you please

tell us where you've been?

Wait a minute.

No.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Frisbee. Frisbee.

Have some toast.

Please, tell us. What's the matter?

Please, Frisbee. Frisbee?

What is the matter?

What's the matter?

I'm in love! That's what's the matter.

I'm in love.

I'm going upstairs

to propose to her right now.

Frisbee?

Thank you, gentlemen, for the food.

It was delicious.

- Frisbee.

- Well, good night.

Frisbee! Frisbee!

- Package for Frisbee.

- That's me. Thank you very much.

- Sign here.

- What was the delay, young man?

Just sign there.

- I trust the engraving is all right.

- I guess so.

Thank you. Just a moment. Here you are.

- Thanks.

- You're quite welcome.

Are you sure it's a real diamond,

Frisbee?

I'm certain that it is.

The ring cost me $83.95,

which didn't include the two dollars

for the engraving.

- Let's see it, Frisbee.

- I'm trying to open it.

- Here, you...

- Yes, I...

There it is.

- Lovely. Lovely.

- It isn't very big, is it?

- But it is in extremely good taste.

- Lovely. Lovely.

Frisbee, as a man of experience,

- I assure you that I like it.

- Thank you very much.

Here's the breakfast you ordered,

Professor Frisbee.

Thank you, Miss Bragg.

Room service. Now it's room service.

Elfini, would you please put the ring

under the toast cover?

- Why, certainly.

- Thank you.

- Well, goodbye.

- Good luck.

- Don't take no for an answer, Frisbee.

Be careful.

If I were the cream

for that woman's coffee, I'd curdle.

Miss Bragg, I thought you were leaving us.

A nurse doesn't desert her post

when an epidemic reaches its crisis.

Come in.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Frizzy.

I brought your breakfast.

Good. I'll have it right here. Thank you.

- How do you take it?

- Just jav, no cow.

- Just what?

- Black.

- Sugar?

- Straight.

- Toast?

- No, thanks.

You sure you don't want some toast?

- No toast, huh?

- Never use it.

Not even a small bite?

- Sit down. Take a load off your feet.

- Toast.

That's a book I was reading last night.

I couldn't sleep last night, either.

I just kept walking and walking until

the sun came up over the East Sixties.

I had to have time

to gather my thoughts together

and kind of clarify our relationship.

You ever get one of those?

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