Gold Diggers of 1937 Page #2

Well, weren't the feet hanging out?

Oh, yes. I'm a little shortsighted.

Oh, is that so? That's too bad.

I had trouble with my eyes

about 10 years ago.

Really? When you were just a boy.

Well, not exactly a boy.

You will forgive me for disturbing you,

won't you?

Why, of course.

And you will go right on with your nap just

as if nothing ever happened, won't you?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I don't feel like napping just now, Miss...

Larkin. Genevieve Larkin.

Isn't that a terrible name?

I always wanted to be called

something like Jewela or Carmen...

...or something sweet like that.

But Mother thought that...

Poor Mother.

She thought

Genevieve would protect me better.

Poor, dear Mother,

she was always worrying about me.

And she's gone?

Yes. And father too.

There, there.

You mustn't dwell on such things.

Oh, I can't help it.

It just seems sometimes that life's empty.

Well, you must get new interests,

new friends.

I've tried, I've tried.

Well, perhaps I could help you.

Oh, could you?

Could you with psychology

or something like that?

Well, not exactly that.

Oh, you're so awfully kind, mister...

Isn't this terrible?

Here I am talking to you like this...

...unburdening myself,

and I don't even know your name.

Morty Wethered, Miss Larkin,

and it isn't terrible at all.

It's done every day.

Dinner is now being served.

Dinner now being served.

Will you take dinner with me,

Miss Larkin?

Oh, I'd be delighted.

Thank you.

First call for dinner.

First call for dinner.

Come on.

First call for dinner.

Hey, back there, wait a minute.

Well, boys, there must be more

where they came from.

Time's up. Come on, let's go.

There's one left over.

Hi, baby. Wowie, she's mine.

She's mine, I saw her first.

Hey, wait. Come here.

Come on.

Hey, wait for me, will you?

- Wait, wait.

- Just a minute. Why hurry?

- Lady, you're next.

- Excuse me.

Hey, wait a minute.

- Oh.

- Hello.

Hello.

I came in.

No, you didn't.

You couldn't, the door's locked.

Oh, yes, I'm here. I can tell.

Oh, now, don't be so positive.

I don't see a soul.

I see you're not shaving, either.

No. You got me in this lather.

Catch on?

I guess I owe you an apology

for bursting in like this.

It seems that some men

were chasing me.

What for? Oh, I mean, were they?

Yeah.

Well, thanks for the refuge.

You can't get out.

The door's still locked.

- Is it really?

- Yeah, come in and sit down.

I'll call and get the porter

and get a pass key, huh?

Is this being done in the best families?

- You're one of the Boston Bluntzingtons?

- Oh, no.

Well, then sit down.

It's comfortable there. Sit down.

All right.

Begin at the beginning.

Name, age, weight, height,

and occupation.

Name:
Norma.

Age:
You can see I'm just a baby.

Weight:
I won't discuss.

Height...

There's a spot over here

you just missed.

Oh, and you're just the right height too.

Well, I guess I better be going.

Say, the light's kind of bad in here.

Do you see any more spots?

Yes, I do.

Now, no, not that one, now.

Wait a minute. That's my pet.

I'm saving that. I mean here.

- Where did you just come from?

- Fresh from the chorus.

You mean, you do time steps

and buck routines and all that stuff?

- Uh-huh. I've been at it for three years...

- I know.

- You never lost a spangle.

- Yeah.

- Ouch.

- A little stiff.

You like that kind of work?

No, I don't.

I'm looking for a job right now.

What kind of a job?

Oh, there must be someplace

where you work and get paid for it.

Say, maybe I can fix that.

Yeah, look.

Here's my card.

Rosmer Peek. That's me.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I'm ace salesman

for Good Life Insurance Company.

Anything I say around the plant goes. Give

this to Mr. Callahan, he'll give you a job.

- You're nice to do this.

- That's all right.

- One good turn deserves another.

- What did I do?

Well, that close shave you gave me

was kind of nice.

Well, I guess I better be going.

Would you like a little drink,

for good luck or something?

- No, thank you.

- Come on, have one.

Come on, you'll hurt my feelings.

These are martinis.

You don't have to be afraid of the gin.

I made them myself fresh last night.

There you are.

You got a cute face.

I mean, you had a cute face.

What's the matter?

That's awfully good, but I guess

I'm just not a drinking woman.

Goodbye now.

Oh! Wrong bottle.

Darn that Boop and his sauerkraut juice.

Life insurance.

What's life insurance got to do with you?

- Well, it's a job.

- Lf you get it.

When they start passing out jobs

in washrooms, a new day has dawned.

It was an accident.

I came along

so there won't be accidents.

Well, here's the battlefield.

Well, they not only need a stenographer,

they need a whole staff.

Maybe we shouldn't have come in.

You didn't expect them to come to you,

did you? Hello.

Hello?

Hello.

- Good morning.

Good morning.

- Are you Mr. Callahan?

- Right. Just call me Andy.

I have a card here from your ace salesman.

He said you needed a stenographer.

- Oh, so Rosmer is my ace salesman?

- Well, that's what he told me.

You're the only person he's sold since

he's been in the office. Do you type?

It's not one of the things I do best.

I'm the one applying, remember?

- Oh, experienced?

- Well, I...

She's modest

but the best stenographer in New York.

I see. Started in the cradle.

Well, I've tried out a lot of girls

around here...

...but none of them had any zip

for an insurance agency.

- You've got it.

- And I'm gonna keep it.

Norma, I don't think

this is the right place for you.

Well, I'm sure it will be all right

if Mr. Callahan will have me.

Okay. We'll give you a whirl.

Salary's 22.50 a week.

- Goodbye, Norma.

Goodbye.

Don't forget next Tuesday.

- What do you mean?

- When we take our last jujitsu lesson.

- Do you know how to run a switchboard?

- Yes.

Good. Just make yourself at home

and I'll show you around later.

"The good life keeps rolling along. "

- Remember that.

- Yes.

- And "life insurance is immortal. " Got it?

- Oh, yes.

Got any more martinis?

- Well, hello.

- Hello.

Isn't that funny?

I just gave my secretary a letter

to the boss. Mr. Callahan.

I said, "There's a girl coming

and I want you to give her a job.

She'd be great. Got blue eyes.

She's as good as in. "

Has the boss read the letter yet?

Oh, oh. Well, I've been awfully busy.

Somebody read your mind then,

because...

P.S. She got the job.

Really? You're gonna work here?

Oh, that's swell. That's swell.

That's fine. I guess

Mr. Callahan heard me dictate the letter.

Oh, yes. I distinctly remember him saying

something about his ace salesman.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, well, that's me. Yeah.

Well, it's nice weather, isn't it, huh?

- No, it isn't. It's raining out.

- I'm glad you're gonna work here.

- I better get it done.

- No, wait a minute.

I wanna talk to you. Sit down.

Well, go ahead and talk.

Yeah, yeah, well, I thought, maybe...

You see, I...

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