Designing Woman Page #6

- It takes care of his room rent.

- That's very sweet.

He's not going to hit anybody, is he?

- Why would he hit anybody?

- I don't know.

Told me not to worry about trouble.

I don't know what not to worry about.

- What is it?

- Nothing. I told you he's punchy.

- Just forget it, will you?

- I'll try.

Nice work, Maxie. Nice work.

How about that?

He wins on a pair of nines.

- That's a pretty good hand, right?

- They don't come any better, Maxie.

- We put you in for $5, Mike.

- Fine.

I better go 'cause I got roadwork

in the morning.

No, one more hand, come on.

There are two possibilities...

- Mike, can I see you for a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

Play cards!

Sorry, but where would you like to eat?

In here?

Sure, anyplace. What's that?

It's one of Gwen's creations.

A "poker loaf," she calls it.

Yeah, but, I asked for bologna

and cheese and stuff, you know?

Well, it's all cheese

and there's bologna in the middle.

Okay.

They don't seem to be going.

Let's just take the food and the poker table

and move them to the study.

- Then you won't be disturbed, all right?

- Fine.

Give me a hand here,

we're gonna move in there.

What for?

Come on, just pick up your stuff.

Cream cheese and olives.

Hey, you know, I tried one of those once.

Gave me gas.

I was reading an article the other day...

...where you can buy these cutters

for card parties...

...and you can make sandwiches

in the shape of clubs, hearts, and spades.

- Diamonds, too?

- Absolutely. You take this thing-

If you don't like it, don't eat it. In there.

I'm sorry.

These people here,

are they friends of Mike?

Why, yes, of course.

Nobody's gonna make trouble? I don't-

No, they're close friends. Very close.

That's good.

'Cause I don't like trouble, you know.

Every time there's trouble, my head...

I don't like it.

There's never any trouble around here.

Never.

Just put it over there by the table.

That's right. Thanks.

- I had one fight too many, you know.

- I'm sorry.

Yeah, I was fighting Tony Bleney and...

You see that eye?

I got 16 stitches in that eye.

In the eighth round, Tony opened it up

and the blood poured down. I couldn't see.

In the tenth, he opened up the other eye.

The blood came down

and I couldn't see at all.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing. Excuse me.

- Enough of that one. Let's try this.

- Come on, let's get going.

You take a chair, I'll take the glasses.

Maybe I'll be luckier in here.

I don't want to move furniture.

I came here to play cards.

By 12:
00 everyone had gone.

I had a feeling there might be words...

...but I decided firmly

they would not originate with me.

Well, well. Six Washingtons.

What's that for?

Sandwiches.

We split the expenses every week.

If you play at a different house each week...

...why doesn't the host take care

of the sandwiches?

It would all even up in the end.

We do it this way

because we like it this way.

Yes, there were going to be words,

all right.

It'll be done the same way

six weeks from tonight...

...when the game comes around here again.

So, in six weeks...

...I'll have the pleasure of meeting

that man with no nose again.

I was going to say so,

but repressed myself quickly.

So, in six weeks I'll have the pleasure

of meeting that man with no nose again.

What's the matter?

You have something against Maxie Stulz?

Of course not.

He's a poor, unfortunate,

punchy-drunk man.

I feeI very sorry for him.

But you could do better

by sending him to a good psychiatrist.

I don't know a good psychiatrist,

but if I did, I might visit him myself...

...after this evening.

So, it's out in the open, is it?

You don't like my friends.

Well, I'm not bowled over.

That's strange. They're so much like yours.

- We're back on Maxie again.

- I never mentioned-

I'll tell you one thing.

Nose or no nose, he's more of a man...

...than Randy Owen who does...

Hello, Randy.

- Did you forget something?

- My script.

I'll get it.

This is a picture of my wife

and my three sons.

They're a little bigger now.

The oldest is about six feet.

He plays football up in Maine.

I'd be happy to have you

meet them sometime.

And some other time, if you'd like,

I'd be happy to beat both your ears off.

- Easy. Don't lose your head.

- Right now, if you'd like.

Randy.

Randy, here's your script.

- Good night, Marilla.

- Good night.

Is he for reaI?

- Did he mean that?

- I guess so.

He's something of a character, Randy.

Character.

He's punchier than Maxie Stulz.

I wish Marilla hadn't decided

to make me her confidant.

It's a thankless role at best.

But when you're cast in it opposite a girl

you once asked to become your wife...

...why, it's downright embarrassing.

Do you like Mike?

- Do you like Mike?

- Certainly I do.

I don't know him very well...

...but he seems an intelligent man.

Fairly easy temperament.

Darned good writer,

I've read him for years.

- Of course I like him, why do you ask?

- He hates you.

It's not just you,

of course, it's all my friends.

So you know what? You're not coming up

to my place anymore.

After all, we're a pretty neurotic bunch.

Mike doesn't understand us.

UntiI he gets used to us,

I'm going to keep all of you away from him.

- Protect him from our neuroses.

- That's right.

And Mike's not going to bring

some of his friends around, either.

Neuroticism doesn't seem to be confined

to the artistic class.

I'm relieved to hear that.

- Yes?

- Miss Shannon is here.

Ask her to come in.

This might be our leading lady.

I want you to meet her.

Hello, Mr. Wilde.

- How are you?

- Fine, thanks.

- Marilla Brown. Lori Shannon.

- Hello.

How do you do, Miss Brown?

- Have you two met?

- I'm sure we have. Haven't we?

I was just trying to think.

Well, anyway, you'll be a pleasure to dress.

You have a lovely figure.

- Why, thank you. I'm a trifle long-waisted.

- Nothing we can't take care of.

Luckily you're tiny in the hips

and your bust is perfect.

Well...

I've got to run. I have 100 things to do

before my fashion show.

It's been very nice.

Congratulations on getting the part.

- I don't think I have yet.

- You will.

Zach, you've got to. She's perfect.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I didn't know Marilla Brown

was designing your show.

Yes, we're very lucky to get her.

Yes.

Don't ask me why I went

to Marilla's fashion show that afternoon.

I must have been out of my head.

You ever been to a fashion show?

It's a sort of pagan ritual,

a ceremonial dance...

...where the faithful sit around

sipping tea and worshipping clothes.

There's a sacrifice involved, too.

$1,500.

$1,500 for a dress.

$350 for a nightie, so help me.

The high priestess at this slaughter

was my Marilla.

Mike, you came.

- I want to introduce you.

- No, I'd rather-

All right, we'll be exclusive.

$850.

What made you come?

I don't know. I was working

and suddenly I had this hunch.

A reaI hot flash, go to the Delsette store.

No, I mean it,

it happens to me like that sometimes.

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