Gold Diggers of 1935 Page #2

- Where is he?

- That's what I'm asking you, Westbrook.

He must have missed me.

Oh, here's Mr. Thorpe now.

How do you do, sir?

Say, what happened to me?

You must have got out

when we stopped to get gas, sir.

You never stop the car while I'm in it.

- Let that be a lesson to you.

- Yes, sir.

- Did I discharge you last night?

- Not to my recollection, sir.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello.

Oh, you bad boy.

How do you do, Mr. Thorpe?

- How do you do?

- Your rooms are all ready for you, sir.

That's fine. And my boxes, did they arrive?

- We put them in your room, sir.

- Oh, and I want a stenographer.

I'm writing a monograph on snuff boxes.

Very important dictation.

I'll send one up

in just a few minutes, Mr. Thorpe.

Yes, a stenographer

and a cheese sandwich on rye.

If you will kindly follow me, sir.

What'll it be, sir?

- I'll have a room and a bath.

- This is the cigar counter, sir.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, miss. Don't apologize.

Anyone's liable to make a mistake.

- Mr. Thorpe, the elevators are this way.

- What are they doing over there?

This way, Mr. Thorpe.

Fine, put them up here.

- Can I help you, sir?

- No, no, I'll take care of these.

Aren't they beautiful?

- Well, what are they?

- Snuff boxes.

- What?

- Snuff. Snuff.

Snuff was first used in the 17th century.

In the 18th century, it was universal.

It's a mild stimulant

and an excellent germicide.

It's been known to kill thousands

and thousands of germs.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes. Try some.

- Oh, no, thanks.

- Oh, go on. It's better than a tonic.

Where will I put it?

Well, you can put it...

I would suggest putting it in your nose.

Just an amateur, just an amateur.

See, it's almost a lost art.

Now, it requires years of great skill.

Now, you watch me.

Watch me, please.

It's like...

It requires...

I won't need you anymore.

Pardon me.

But why can't I go on the beach

with Humbolt?

You shall go on the beach, but not

with Humbolt. Mosley will go with you.

Some fun!

Now, don't forget, Ann. I want you to be

very warm and affectionate to Mosley.

Don't disturb me. I'm working.

Oh, Mosley, dear, so nice to see you back.

We could hardly wait till you got here,

could we, Ann, dear?

- No, we could hardly wait.

- Oh, hello. I've been working on my book.

- Oh, Mosley, haven't you made a mistake?

- A mistake?

Yes, well, you kissed me

and shook hands with Ann instead of...

I was thinking of my book.

But I have a present here for Ann.

Oh, a present. Aren't you kind, Mosley?

Isn't Mosley kind, darling?

Yes, Mother.

His kindness positively bowls me over.

The gold and silver snuff box

continues to be...

the typical gift of sovereigns

to those whom they delight to honor.

- Oh, isn't it lovely, darling?

- Too sweet for words.

It embraces the art and craft

of the gold- and the silversmith.

Do you think you could tear yourself away

from your work long enough take a swim?

No. I must finish my monograph

by the end of the summer.

- But, Mosley, we thought that maybe you...

- No, I'll work till my brain gets fogged...

then I'll join you later.

- But think, maybe just...

- Mother, I'm going for a swim.

- Mosley, dear... Just a second, darling.

- I must work.

- Oh, is this Mr. Mosley Thorpe's room?

- Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

Did you send for a stenographer?

Yes, and a Swiss cheese on rye.

Have you got it with you?

- No.

- That's strange. Sit down.

Thank you.

Do you know anything about snuff boxes?

No, not very much.

Well, you will

before I get through with you.

Shall we begin now?

Oh, yes. Every moment is precious.

Will you have a pinch of snuff?

No, but I'd just as soon join you

in a chew of tobacco.

Oh, Mosley. Ann, here's Mosley.

Am I thrilled.

I came to a stopping place.

My brain got fogged.

I thought I'd come and look you up.

- Well, I'm glad you did. Very glad you did.

- Thank you.

I'll leave you two little lovebirds alone.

Well, bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

- Nice weather we're having.

- Yes, yes indeed.

- Not so hot as last year.

- You don't say.

No.

Are you enjoying yourself this summer?

Oh, I'm just dizzy with all the excitement.

Oh, don't overdo it. Don't overdo it.

- Well, I'll try not to if you say so.

- No.

You know,

when my monograph is published...

it will occupy three 600-page volumes.

It will establish me as the world's greatest

authority on snuff and snuff boxes.

- Do tell.

- Yes, it is rather breathtaking.

What's the matter, Ann?

- What's the matter, Ann?

- You, you're the matter!

Have I said anything to hurt your feelings?

You don't have to.

Just looking at you is enough!

You're not a man! You're a mummy!

A mummy filled with snuff!

Calm yourself, my child.

I won't calm myself and I'm not your child!

Take your hands off me.

Go on, get out.

Go back to your silly monograph!

- Go on! Go on and get out!

- What is the matter?

Why, this child must have eaten

something that disagreed with her.

Put her to bed with a hot water bottle.

That'll be more fun than I've had in ages.

My mood for writing is completely gone.

My brain is more fogged than ever.

- You said it.

- I'm going out for a walk.

- Ann, what ails you?

- Mosley. I'm fed up to here with him.

Mosley is a man of honor.

He'll make you an admirable husband.

Maybe he will,

but if I'm going to be married to him...

I want to have a little fun first.

Don't you think

you're being unreasonable, Ann?

Not at all. Why can't I have a little fun

like other girls have?

Like you had?

Well, of course...

Of course, your father

was a bit different than Mosley.

- Of course he was. And so are we.

- Ann!

Oh, Mother, break down.

You know it's only fair.

If I let you have fun this summer...

will you promise to marry Mosley

in the fall without a protest?

Yes, I promise.

- Well, then...

- Mother, you're a darling!

And can I do anything I want to

when I want to do it...

as long as

I don't disgrace the family name?

All right, but I do think that

you should have a...

Oh, my goodness. See who it is, Ann, dear.

- Oh, good evening.

- Good evening.

Oh, good evening, young man.

Did you speak to the manager for me?

Yes, Mrs. Prentiss.

That's what I called about.

Mr. Lamson says that

he cannot reduce the rate of this suite...

and sends his regrets.

The criminal!

He's trying to put me in the poorhouse.

That's what he's trying to do.

And $15. $15 for dinner tonight.

It's nothing short of highway robbery.

It's a shame the way everyone tries

to take advantage of you.

Oh, you've noticed it, too?

Yes, Mrs. Prentiss.

Well, I'll show them.

I'll ban the hotel restaurant.

I'll cook all my meals up here

on my electric iron.

Why don't you try

Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe in the village?

They have an eight-course dinner there

for 65 cents.

- With dessert, too?

- With everything.

Well, that's much more like it.

Thank you,

thank you very much, young man.

Thank you. Good night.

- Good night.

- Just a moment.

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