About Mrs. Leslie Page #2

How about what I want?

LAN, dear.

Now, look, I spent two years

in Korea taking orders

and nearly a year in this place

jumping every time

he snapped his fingers.

I can't play bridge and golf

and scrabble

with him day and night

and accomplish anything.

I've got to work, do something.

I don't want to be kept.

You don't understand him,

darling.

Lewis is lonely.

They why did you break up

his home?

He had a family

he was getting along with.

Don't you talk that way to me.

Len, why do you fight

with us?

We love you.

I lie awake nights

wondering where you are.

Mother, you can know

where I am every night

if you'll come with me.

Get out of here.

Will you do it, mom?

- Mother.

- "Mother."

Yes, Lewis?

LAN, why don't you come up

and see mother's birthday gift

from all of us?

I bought my own birthday gift

this year, thanks.

With what?

As long as you ask,

I hocked one of those

wristwatches you gave me.

And how do you plan living

after you've hocked

all the other things

you've gotten out of me?

I don't like the way

you put that...

Things I've gotten out of you.

LAN, dear.

When he's got his pockets

full of pawn tickets,

he'll come back here,

but he'll have

to change his attitude.

Or do you want

to start changing it now, son?

Oh, come on, Lewis.

You bought my sister,

and you've got a mortgage

on my mother.

But you can't write a check

big enough

to get even a piece of me.

I belong to myself.

One of these days,

I'll get your watch out of hock.

I'll come by then

and maybe get my mother

out of the pawn shop too.

Come on, mother.

Good-bye, mom.

I'll call you.

You sure scared the paint

off that bus, huh?

Did you dig the look

on the guy's face?

I'll change and be right out.

Do you want me

to help you, pixie?

- Don't you wish you could?

- Shake it up, pixie.

We got to get Diane yet.

- Hey, let me drive.

- No, no.

Aw, come on, come on.

- No.

- Let him drive, Steve.

Hey, come on, my cigarettes.

Hey, how long is it gonna take

that creep?

All she's got to do

is change her pants.

Thank you,

ladies and gentlemen.

Gosh, you're impatient.

It only took a minute.

Will you help me

pick these up, honey?

Well, I can't.

My friends are in a hurry.

But it's

for your dinner tonight.

You're eating with me, you know.

I know.

My mom left a note.

Well, Mrs. Leslie,

you sure rate high

with the hot rod set, don't you?

Fine way for kids to act.

In my day... my day.

These are my days

whether I like them or not,

because I made them

what they are.

When does a person

start building her future?

When did I start?

How did I start?

daddy,

let me stay out late

for tomorrow

is our wedding date

can't the baby kind

of celebrate?

kiss the boys good-bye

daddy, let me wear the mink

what's the difference

what the neighbors think?

let the baby linger

on the brink

kiss the boys good-bye

and while I'm kissing 'em

sentimentally

keep the liberal

point of view

because I'm breaking it

to them gently

that the heart

belongs to you

so, daddy,

please remember this

that tomorrow starts a life

of bliss

let me show 'em

what they're gonna miss

kiss the boys good-bye

bye-bye.

byebye

kiss the boys good-bye

thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much,

ladies and gentlemen.

That's just a little ditty

I learned

at miss pringle's school

for young ladies

just before the cops

raided the joint.

I like her sexy stuff

the best, don't you, Barney?

Yes, baby, that's the stuff.

And now if the boys

of the band...

Band?

If Daniel and his musical lions

will oblige

with some background,

here's a song about which

the composer Beethoven

once said, "stop already."

You shouldn't have done

this, Barney.

It isn't for George.

Why not?

A night on the town,

it's good for him.

How's your drink holding up,

George?

Fine, thanks.

I'm in the mood for love

simply

because you're near me

funny,

but when you're near me

I'm in the mood for love

heaven is in your eyes

bright as the stars

we're under

oh, is it any wonder?

I'm in the mood for love

why stop to think of whether

this little dream

might fade?

we've put

our hearts together

now we are one

I'm not afraid

if there's a cloud above

- sing it, vivi.

- Hi, barn.

if it should rain,

we'll let it

but for tonight, forget it

I'm in the mood for love

vivi, come on over.

It's getting pretty late,

Barney.

Maybe we better call it a night.

Oh, it isn't even 3:00 yet.

What's the rush?

You don't get to New York

very often, do you, George?

Often enough.

Relax, Mr. Finley.

George is a big boy.

He can take care of himself.

Well, hi, Barney.

I haven't seen you

for a long time.

Well, you know Washington

keeps a man pretty busy

these days.

Say hello to jo and precious.

- Hi.

- Hi.

And may I present a couple

of friends of mine?

This is mort Finley,

vivien Keeler.

- Mr. Finley.

- And this is George.

- Uh, Leslie.

- George Leslie, vivien Keeler.

How do you do, Mr. Leslie?

We enjoyed your performance,

miss Keeler.

- Well, thank you very much.

- I'm glad we stayed.

We were gonna leave earlier.

Oh, come on, finney,

just one dance.

Sure, one at least.

Come on, jo.

Sit down, vivien,

and keep George out of trouble.

He doesn't dance.

Come on, sit down,

Mr. Leslie.

Barney's fun, isn't he?

That depends

on your definition of "fun."

- What's yours?

- I'm working on it.

Would you like a drink?

Oh, no, not for me.

Maybe not for you, either.

Is that what Barney meant

when he said

about my keeping you

out of trouble?

You have a nice laugh.

And you have a nice smile.

You don't look like the kind

that'd get in trouble.

Do you?

Get in trouble, I mean.

Depends on your definition

of "trouble."

- Are you working on that too?

- No.

Hi, Keith.

Long time, no see.

The language

of the local jungle.

I bet I can give you

a definition of trouble.

It's when you walk

into a nightclub,

one that you wouldn't have

picked yourself,

and suddenly

some paper hat character

starts toward you,

trying to get laughs

to pay the rent

with a big, fat spotlight

and a gleam in her eye.

That's trouble, isn't it?

That's trouble.

Thanks.

For passing your table?

Oh, I wouldn't want you

in the spotlight, Mr. Leslie.

You give the place

too much class.

The boss doesn't deserve it.

You want another drink,

go ahead, order one,

but I warn you:

This bartender's idea

of a highball

is giving an ice cube

an alcohol rub.

Leo!

"Class,"

that's a terrible word,

isn't it?

In a village smoke pit,

you meet a lot of guys,

but very few men.

When you meet one,

it's only natural

that you'd accept

a luncheon date the next day.

Of course,

it would be drizzling,

and I couldn't get a cab,

so I was a little late.

- Madam?

- I'm looking for a gentleman.

Well, thought you'd given me up.

I couldn't help but notice

the cigarette stubs

in the ashtray.

I knew I hadn't been that late,

but from the looks of things,

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