Blondie of the Follies Page #3

Yes.

OK and thanks a lot.

- You can find your way out, can't you dear?

- Yes, it's right out there.

- Blondie, you can't go like that.

- Why not?

No, of course not, honey.

Madelon, donnez-moi cette jacket.

Et ce chapeau.

Le petit chapeau, Madame?

Oui, Oui.

- Thanks. I'll let you have it back.

- You don't have to.

You don't mean to say you're

going to give it to me?

- Of course, I'm finished with it.

- Aren't you a peach!

Wow! I bet I look kind of hot in this.

Oh, Lurlene, do I have to go?

I don't want to. I like it here.

Blondie,

if I introduce you to my friends,

will you promise not to make any cracks?

- Me?

- You know, about uptown.

Of course I wouldn't if you said not.

I'm up at Lurlene's now.

She's got to go to the show.

What?

...all grown up.

- Blondie, I'm so glad to see you again.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Wait a minute. What's this?

- Me?

- Yes, you.

Larry?

- What are you doing for dinner?

- Dinner? I've had it.

What's the idea?

I got to get a girl for Murchenson.

He's big business. All the oil in Oklahoma.

Don't you think you might

consult me about plans, dear?

Don't be silly. What's Josephine's number?

You're not going to call her. I'll call someone.

- Yes, you will.

- I could go if you wanted me to.

That's great. She's cute.

- Thank you, mister.

- Mister yourself.

Unfortunately, Blondie has to leave.

- Come on, Blondie.

- Oh no, she doesn't.

I'm going to talk her out of it.

How about it?

- I don't really have to go.

- But you said you did.

- Did I?

- Are you kidding?

You don't have to go, do you?

- If Lurlene says I do, I do. I guess I better go.

- No, that's silly.

- Stop it, Larry, or I'll be cross.

- You're frightening your little friend.

What's the matter?

Aren't you two speaking?

We've been chums ever since we were kids.

- What are you sore about, Lurlene?

- I'm not sore. You're so absurd.

You know perfectly well you promised

your mother you'd be home.

- When?

- Over the telephone just now.

Are you screwy?

You know we have no telephone.

Screwy? Don't be rude.

You're the one that's rude!

- Now, Blondie, please.

- Don't get fresh with me.

If you have come up in the world, you

don't have to make a fool out of me.

Blondie...

The poor little kid.

- Larry, come here.

- No, no.

I don't like that. I don't like it.

Larry!

- Come here.

- Let me go.

- Cut it out.

- Come here. Stop it.

Stop it. Who do you think you are?

- Who do you think you are?

- Mussolini.

- You're...

- Say it.

- I'm too much of a lady.

- I was afraid of that.

Let me tell you something.

You can't tell me anything. I'm going.

- Come here.

- Stop it.

What do you mean running out

of people's houses that way?

Not saying goodbye, no hat or coat?

Didn't your mother teach you

any better than that?

What you need is a drink.

I don't drink.

- Smoke?

- No.

- Stay out late nights?

- No.

- Like the boys?

- No.

- Do you eat? - Yes.

That's all right.

I'll take you out to dinner.

- You're fresh.

- Come here.

Where do you live?

- Uptown on the east side.

- Married or single?

Pooh!

Thank you very much.

Seriously,

Lurlene's all right. She just gets

a little temperamental every once in a while.

I guess that's it.

- Just because she's in the Follies.

- She's very, very good in the Follies.

- I'd like to see her.

- And so you shall.

- I'll take you myself tonight.

- No, I'm going home.

- How?

- I'll walk. - We'll walk.

- Going down?

- You are!

Going down?

I've always adored yachts. Do you know Monty Bone's yacht?

- Monty Bone? - I forget how many tons but

a veritable palace on the sea.

"She was a village maiden,

Her life was full of pain.

She met her little Larry

And she lost her name.

..again!" I want you to meet my friend,

Miss Blondie McClune, Miss Cavanaugh.

I've been dying for you two to meet...socially.

- Oh, Larry!

Blondie, what on earth made you

fly away like that?

Like a veritable sky rocket.

Lottie, you're a scream.

Doesn't she make you laugh? - Yes, she does.

She was always like that.

Even in the store.

Just out of nowhere she'd get so hotsy-totsy,

even the customers would laugh.

Lurlene,

I asked your girlfriend to go to the

Follies with me. You don't mind, do you?

Why no, I think it would be charming.

If Blondie can go.

Hi, hi, I'm there already.

What about this though?

You look great. She'll lend you

a hat and coat. Won't you, darling?

- Why, certainly.

- She's a peach.

- Bye, mister.

- Mister yourself.

I think I can find something.

Cute?

Yes, I like blondes.

Lottie, can I come around back

of the stage and see you after?

- I hope you will.

- Oh, swell.

- How do I look?

- Charming.

Goody!

Say, there's a dame in the box

with Larry. A blonde.

She happens to be a friend of mine.

Oh yeah? Well, you're a bigger sap

than I thought you were.

Aren't they cute? Look at them.

They really are something.

Bye, pal.

Say, how much does do they pay

those girls to be in the show?

About 50, 60, 70 dollars a week.

- Do you think you could fix it up for me?

- Sure.

I'm not pretty enough for a show, am I?

Yes you are. You're very pretty indeed.

- Thank you, mister.

- Mister yourself.

I wish I could dance like that.

Oh, hello.

- Hello, Larry.

- How are you?

I want you to meet a friend of mine,

Miss McClune.

This is the man who owns the whole show.

- Glad, I'm sure.

- How do you do, sir.

She's never been backstage and

she would like to go backstage.

I think that can be arranged.

How about right now?

Oh, fine. That would be great.

Will you ask him to put a word in for me?

- Right now?

- Yeah.

- All right. You stay right here.

- How about that kid for the show?

- No, we're full up now.

Oh, come on. She's cute.

- What is this, another one?

- This only makes six.

- You fellas kill me.

- Go ahead.

I'll see what I can do. O'Brien!

See if we can use this girl.

Turn around.

- Lift them up. - I just want to see

if you're knock-kneed.

Me? I should say not.

All right. I suppose you ought to drop in

about 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Thanks, that's swell.

- Ha, ha, ha yourself. - I just got your

girlfriend a job in the Follies.

- Why?

- She's cute.

Yes, she is.

How about a party tonight?

She wants to see life.

- She should see it with you.

- Don't be mean.

I'll meet you over in the speak.

I'll meet you, Larry,

but nothing doing if she comes.

- Why not?

- Because I...

- Oh, Larry. - I'll bring her if I want to.

You're trying to run things.

- No one could run you. - There's a certain

amount of truth in that.

- Come on, you're on.

- Watch your beads. - Fresh.

- Say, you're going swell, Kiddie!

- Quiet.

Say, what's the matter with her?

- Well, the truth: There she is.

- Kiddie! What's eating you?

- Nothing. - We thought you were

awfully hotsy-totsy just now.

- Who's we?

- Larry and me.

- Hey, Lottie...

- Lurlene.

I've got a chance to get in the show.

Isn't that great? I owe it all to you, kiddie.

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