At Long Last Love Page #2

her differently. Harold.

Yeah. Such a doll.

Look at her eyes.

Yeah, a little doll.

Harold.

Give me the children.

Harold! Oh.

Oh, Harold, turn that off.

Oh, would that I could, ma'am.

Oh, it's the sun.

The sun it is.

Give me the sun, Mother.

Aren't we looking pretty today?

Thank you.

I need a refill and a cab.

Ah, some refreshment

and a conveyance. Yes.

You're in my way.

You wanna get killed?

Ooh, there's one. Taxi.

You're sure you wouldn't like

to get back in now, sir?

Oh, I think I look

rather striking out here.

What?

Striking.

Yes, I know, but-What? Uh-oh.

Taxi!

Gracious, you're heavy.

I'm awfully sorry.

What the hell were you doing,

anyway, hanging onto that taxi?

Are you all right, Miss O'Kelly?

Oh, it sobered me up anyhow.

Mr. Pritchard, are you hurt?

No. I landed on something soft.

Hmm. I like you. Thank you. Would

you like to have a drink on that?

Sir, I'm afraid the car isn't so fit.

Oh, really?

What's the matter?

I don't smoke.

She doesn't smoke.

She doesn't smoke.

I knew that.

Now, who's this?

Rodney James.

He used to drive for me.

Very funny.

Hello, Rodney.

A pleasure.

He's very formal.

Yes. He tries to compensate for me.

What's your name?

Kitty O'Kelly.

I don't believe that.

Well, I know what you mean.

But the real one's

Kathy Krumm with a "K."

How would that look in lights?

Crummy with a.

What would you be doing

in lights anyway?

I'm a singer.

Oh.

What do you do?

Nothing. I'm an heir.

What?

Well, that's not a taxi.

Nope.

That's your car.

Yep.

Look what I did to it. That's all right.

I got a couple of others.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

What kind? Just like this one.

I can't tell 'em apart.

I like you more and more.

Thank you.

Is that why you call this one

MOP III?

No, actually, that's me.

You're the third MOP?

Yeah.

You ever get bored?

Never.

Rodney.

Sir!

Call a cab.

Excuse us.

Excuse us.

Hurry up! It's starting.

I hope we miss it.

Oh, will you stop badgering me?

I'm not badgering you.

We're lost.

I'm making sense.

Oh, where do we Beth, bet?

What'd you have in mind, honey?

"Beth, bet"? What?

Beat it, Morris.

You ain't cute.

Oh, yeah? Well, dames don't belong

down here no way. Come, snooks.

Aw, go suck an egg.

I can't see a thing.

I wish you'd wear your glasses.

Where are we going?

Straight ahead.

Oh!

Bettin' our last $300 is no way to

make ends meet. I always win at games.

They probably won't take our bet anyway.

They'd better.

They don't know us. Unless you'd

rather sleep in the park tonight.

They have to know you.

That's ridiculous.

The horses are approaching the gate.

Stand here.

Is this the line?

You don't know nothin' about betting

or racing-Oh, stop crabbing!

Crab, crab, crab.

I'm not crabbing.

Tell them to hurry up.

I'm not crabbing.

Tell them to hurry up.

No.

Hmm!

Yes?

Yes.

I'm in an awful hurry.

May I get ahead of you?

For you, anything.

Thank you.

Except this.

Except what?

Yes? I'm betting

also on this race.

I don't like to miss my chance.

I have lucky feeling today.

You're Italian. Mmm.

Venetian.

Every Italian I've ever met is rude,

inconsiderate and selfish. Brooke.

Perhaps because they are not

used to women who are spoiled.

Yeah, in Italy, we don't have.

Elizabeth, call the police.

They don't come around where there's

betting, honey. It ain't legal.

Hey, Spanish. They're

at the gate. What'll it be?

1,000. Ladies' Day to win.

I hope you lose.

Spanish. 1,000.

Grazie. Ciao.

The flag is up.

What did he say?

What are you giris doing here?

We were drawn by your magnetism.

Uh-huh. Now don't be rude

to the man, Elizabeth.

Which one, sir, do you think will win?

I ain't a seer, lady.

What? He says he ain't a seer.

And he certainly ain't no "sir."

Mmm, tough cookie, huh?

You wanna start somethin'?

How about Cot-ton Ball?

Cotton Ball. That's a nice name.

Pays 20-to-1.

I'll take it.

Put that away. You want

to get us all locked up?

It's real.

Put that away!

Look. $300.

No cash. No cash.

Look, kid, I can't take your bet nohow.

I don't know ya.

I'm Brooke Carter. Oh, nice to meet ya.

So long.

Beth.

You better take her bet, wise guy,

if you know what's good for you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

This is... Sleep Out Louie's dame.

Carter?

That's right.

That's right.

Carter. 300. Cotton Ball.

You wanna put it on his nose?

Yeah, yeah.

What?

Are you sure you don't

wanna try Ladies' Day, honey?

Valentino looked awful positive.

You mean positively awful.

That's it, giris.

They're off and running!

Who is Sleep Out Louie?

Beats me.

At the start, it's Chuck-a-luck.

Blue Boy in second.

Jumper is third.

Ladies' Day is drawing up.

Pumpkin Pie and Texas Moon.

It's Chuck-a-luck with the lead.

Blue Boy moving up to second.

They're going into the first turn.

It's Chuck-a-luck in front by a length.

Blue Boy is second.

Jumper is third.

Ladies' Day moving up to fourth.

Pumpkin Pie, Texas Moon

and, at the rear, it's Cotton Ball.

Oh, that Cotton Ball.

That's a nice name.

You bet on Cotton Ball?

We certain-We certainly did,

and he's going to win.

Chuck-a-luck in front by two lengths.

Blue Boy is second.

And Ladies' Day is now

moving up fast on the inside.

Pumpkin Pie, and here comes Cotton Ball.

Where? Where?

Right there.

Going into the far turn,

it's Chuck-a-luck in front.

We hate you. Come on, Cotton Ball!

Move it!

And Ladies' Day is moving up

very fast on the outside.

Turning into the stretch,

it's Chuck-a-luck and Ladies' Day.

They're neck and neck.

Come on, Chuck-amen!

No, it's Ladies' Day.

I'm sure.

It's Chuck-a-luck and Ladies' Day!

And Ladies' Day moves ahead.

It's Ladies' Day by a head!

The winner!

Chuck-a-luck was second.

Pumpkin Pie was fourth.

Jumper was fifth.

Blue Boy in sixth.

And here comes Cotton Ball.

Oh, look at him.

Well, good-bye, ladies.

Tomorrow, everything

will be better.

Well, at least we know

who Sleep Out Louie is.

Who?

Nobody.

Mmm.

Come on, snooks.

We have just enough change

for the subway.

Never been on the subway.

Oh, you'll love it.

Well, folks, there's Cotton Ball.

Guess he was hungry.

Come on, cheer up.

Something will come up.

Maybe we'll hear from your mother.

Fat chance.

Yeah, well, I keep telling you you

gotta be more polite to folks. Hmm.

That guy was probably

some rich Italian count or something.

Would've been a lot smarter than bettin'

on Cotton Ball, being nice to him.

That's a revolting thought.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, listen...

Buongiorno!

Okay, watch me.

You are hitching hike?

Hmm?

Hitching hike.

Oh, of course. We always

hitching hike after we lose.

Sort of a penance.

Ah.

And what do strong, handsome

Venetians do when they win?

Whatever the ladies desire.

The subway. The subway.

Well, how about a little hitch

for two sore losers?

No, just one.

I gotta see a man about a dog.

Oh.

Beth.

You know, snooks,

three on a match and all that.

Yeah, it will be my pleasure

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