Bachelor in Paradise Page #6

bring me here.

Tom again.

- That dirty rat!

So you've been telling me for

an hour. I'm convinced.

He'd never just to

take me to expensive places,

the dirty cheapskate!

If your mascara runs,

you'll discolour your vodka.

You better be careful.

Excuse me.

Miss Howard.

- Has Tom been here already?

Tom Jynson? No. Why should he...

- Where's Dolores?

Emergency face repair.

Want you sit down?

No, thank you. Fortunately,

I overheard your conversation

and knew where to find you.

What happened?

The house burn down?

No, but Tom is

really very angry.

Mrs. Brown saw you

and Dolores leaving together...

We could have used her at Pearl Harbour.

- So she probably called him.

Now he's out scouting

every restaurant in the area.

He is bound to come here.

- Why he's not hire a detective?

He's talked about that.

He's determined to get something

on Dolores. - But why?

To keep the alimony

down, what else?

Tom isn't a man.

He's a business machine.

It's Tom.

Here comes old IBM now.

Oh, hello, Tom.

- Rosemary...

I thought you

stayed away from gibsons.

Good evening Mr. Jynson, won't you

join us? - No, thank you.

I'm looking for Dolores.

You going on

your second honeymoon?

You didn't tell me you were going

to dinner with Mr. Adams.

What I do outside the office is

no one's business but my own.

Unfortunately, we were only discussing

Miss Howard's business.

Oh yes, Mr. Adams is thinking

of extending his lease.

We may have

to write up a new one.

Well, from what I

hear, you'd better

add a morality clause.

Takes a real dirty mind to

believe everything Mrs. Brown says.

Wanna wait a minute, Miss Howard.

- Mission accomplished.

Thanks, but I've been trying for weeks

to get you to have dinner with me.

I don't rush off, will you have a Gibson?

- I hate Gibsons.

Is there anything else you'd like?

- Nothing, thanks.

We're not allowed to drink

on rescue missions.

You're a real problem,

you know.

Any girl won't even

split a chicken with me.

Well, I'm not

sorry for you, Mr. Adams.

You certainly don't lack

female companionship.

I only want to

maintain peace in Paradise.

Jack Adams!

The minute

I leave the table!

Honestly,

you men are all alike!

You can't trust any man!

Excuse me, Miss Howard.

Well, I'd better

explain it to her.

Waiter?

Waiter?

Oh, Jacques.

C'etait merveilleux.

Cela a developpe exactement

comme vous l'avez predit.

Merci. Votre mari,

est-ce que ca lui a plu?

Il en etait ebloui.

Nous voulons

le faire chaque semaine.

Well, hello.

Come on in, Miss Howard.

Would you feel

safer if I came out?

Your discussion group

will be here soon.

There's safety in numbers.

Not if the numbers are 38-22-34.

Ooh! You flatter me.

- What can I do for you, smart?

Keep away from Dolores Jynsen.

I don't attend to chase around,

keeping you two out of trouble.

Trouble? Miss Howard, I'm a big boy.

I shave, and everything.

If Tom had

caught you with Dolores,

you'd be in enough

hot water to shave for a week.

He'd have filed for divorce.

I have a financial interest

in Paradise Village, Mr. Adams.

I don't want a scandal here.

That reminds me, have you

resumed work on Paradise hills?

You know perfectly well we haven't.

Why do you ask?

You haven't found me a secretary yet.

The work's piling up.

How about maybe you

help me part-time? - Me?

Keep me out of trouble. Beside,

you're the only one here I can trust.

Why?

'Cause of the nature

of my work.

What Is

the nature of your work?

It's a... series of reports.

Oh, government work?

Yes, in matter of fact, I am

working for the government.

It occurred to me,

until you resume Paradise Hills,

maybe you can help me

out a few hours each evening.

Sorry. I don't like to work nights.

- Wait... wait!

Let's discuss this little more.

- There's nothing to discuss.

No, but I'd like to explain.

Why can't we do it over dinner?

I've discovered a little place

that not only fits my budget...

but where the food's fit for the angels

and the drinks are fits for the gods.

Call me later.

Is he a bartender

or a landscape architect?

He's an artist.

- Care for a scorpion's kiss?

That's what they're called?

And this is a bikini.

- That's an odd name for it.

A drink bikini? - That's because

there's not much to it,

but it hits the right spots.

- Oh!

I've had two

and don't feel a thing.

We'd better get you another

one. Hey, innkeeper!

Another brace

of bikinis, please.

Sorry, Sir. Only two to

a customer. - Oh, come on.

Sorry, ma'am. That's a

very powerful drink.

There's an old

tahitian saying...

Oka loko pama, kala tino

kola oka! :
)

Oh. Just what did that

old tahitian mean, by the way?

Who knows? I'm

from San Francisco.

Loopholes everywhere.

Your booth is ready,

Mr. Adams. - Oh, thank you.

Will you send over a couple

scorpion's kisses, then.

Thank you.

Just make it

the small scorpions.

You all right?

- I'm fine,

but why are you leaning?

Oh, that's better.

Now, sit up straight.

Oh.

You know, this is really

a very attractive restaurant.

I'm surprised you

haven't been here before?

Well, the atmosphere is hardly

conducive to business.

Oh.

Is that all you ever discuss

at dinner... business?

That's not what

Dolores tells me.

Oh, that's great.

That's really great.

Tom thinks every time he turns his back,

she's out chasing every other man.

Dolores loves Tom very much,

and we can help them, you and I.

There's just a breakdown

in their communications.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

What's so amusing?

Oh... Tom thinks our Paradise

bachelor is such a dangerous man...

a Satyr running

rampant in a harem.

Now you turn out to be

dear Abby in britches.

Oh, I didn't know

you were so talented.

There are lot of things you don't

know about me, Mr. Adams.

I can sail a boat,

upholster furniture,

skin-dive for abalone,

bake strudel,

know the names of all 50

states, and their capitals,

and I play a mean piano,

among other things.

Let me hear more

about the other things.

Come dance with kumina.

- No, honey.

You're one bikini late.

I couldn't stay...

No, I'd have to take a pill.

I couldn't.

No.

It makes me seasick.

I couldn't. No, I really...

I know but...

It is a strange Paradox

that the American woman,

who lives in a world where the bachelor

and the spinster meet disapproval

discrimination, and therefore to be

satisfied "with nothing but marriage,

finds so much discontent, restlessness,

and boredom "in the marital state."

Seeking relief from the burdens

of domesticity, she exercise...

Sorry, Jack. Would it be alright

if Camille went red,

instead of black?

- But why red?

Leland's crazy about Susan Hayward,

and she's a redhead.

He tells you he is crazy

about Susan Howard,

that so you won't know how

he really feels about Lollobrigida.

Oh? - See? Come on,

I'll give you a hand. - Yeah.

She exercises much imagination,

frequently through group projects

that will in someway stimulate her.

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