Gold Diggers of 1937 Page #6

Stay close to that fellow, will you?

Stay in his pocket.

I'll surround him.

Hello, get me the Hobart Theatre.

Hello? What?

He passed. He passed the medical.

He did?

Hold the wire.

He passed.

Say, listen, Peek...

...could you get that policy

over to my place on Long Island tonight?

You could?

Fine. And say, bring your girl.

Yeah, bring anybody's girl.

Bring all your friends.

We're gonna have a party to celebrate.

Fine.

Gen, you're a genius.

Just don't you forget it.

Hey, wait a minute.

What?

- We mustn't tell J.J.

- Why not?

- It might make him feel better.

He might recuperate, so to speak.

Oh, that's right.

But we'd better have him to the party.

Oh, sure.

Swimming. Night air.

He might have a chill.

Now, what the dickens did you go

to all this trouble for?

Well, J.J. Passed.

I thought we ought to celebrate.

And, remember, my boy...

...it's not every night that we stand

on the threshold of $ 1 million.

Besides, you never can tell

what might happen in the crowd.

What are you going to do?

Hit J.J. Over the head with a club

because he's insured for a million dollars?

Why, Irene...

...I'm surprised at you.

How can you think of such a thing?

You might just be a little bit subtle.

Well, here we are.

Let's shake the dust of 42nd Street off

of our feet and mingle with the elite.

It's too good to be true.

We're not dreaming, are we?

Certainly not.

Look at the moon up there.

- Look at this garden, the crowd.

- Look at you.

Yes.

- Oh, if it would only last.

- I'll make it last, honey.

From now on,

I've only got two people to worry about.

As long as you're around, I'm delirious.

As long as J.J.'s around, I'm rich.

- Hope he stays around a long time.

- With my care, he'll live to be a million.

Hey, Boop.

You're only here for one reason.

To keep an eye on J.J.

Get your mind off of everything

and let me know when he arrives.

Don't worry. Not even an earthquake

could move me from this duty.

We're gonna dance.

Hey, Sally. Remember me?

Why, Mr. Ogleboop.

Oglethorpe, but you may call me Boop.

May I take your hat and coat, sir?

Well, I don't know.

Darn foolishness

dragging me way out here.

I don't feel good.

When will you want your car, sir?

In about 15 minutes.

I don't wanna stay long.

I'm gonna get home and get to bed.

Yes, sir. I'll tell your chauffeur.

Darn fools.

They'll catch their death of cold

getting wet this time of night.

Remarkable, sir, isn't it?

Hey, here's a piece here

that will fit in very well...

...when we start hanging the crepe.

J.J.

Evening, J.J.

Well, for heaven's sake.

What do you mean?

Nothing, J.J. Nothing.

There's nothing wrong with us.

Shh.

- Huh? Oh.

Hey, what is this? What is it?

Look, J.J., if you don't feel all right,

if you don't wanna stay...

...I'll understand perfectly.

Understand what?

Are you sure you feel all right?

Say, listen here, I...

J.J., sit down, J.J.

We were worried about you.

Of course, I don't say that if a man's face

is drawn and pale...

...it necessarily means anything.

No, it may be something

unimportant like pneumonia...

...or something like that.

Say, I thought I felt pretty good.

Good heavens.

What is it now?

Why, it's says here in this paper

that Stanley J. MacNeil dropped dead.

Stan MacNeil?

Why, I saw him only last week.

Well, after all, he was getting on...

- How old does it say he was?

- Fifty-eight.

- Well, ripe old age.

- Yeah.

What did he die of?

Overwork.

Just because old man MacNeil dies,

I suppose you think I'm next.

Can I get you a glass of water

or something?

- No.

- Don't you want a pill?

No. I think I better go inside

and lie down for a moment.

Now, wait, wait, wait, J.J.

Look, look, you're all perspiring.

Here, you come right over here

and sit down where there's a breeze.

That's it. Right in there.

There you are.

Well, J.J., congratulations!

Congratulations!

- For what?

Didn't they tell you?

You passed the examination.

Perfect health.

Heart of a man of 35.

The doctors were unanimous.

Said they could examine hundreds

before they'd find a man in your condition.

- They must've told you, didn't they?

- Well, we didn't want to lead him on.

We wanted to be sure

there wasn't any mistake.

- Say, I'm in good health, eh?

- Good health?

It isn't often that Good Life runs

across such an excellent risk as you.

Doctors say you'll live to bury us all.

Mr. Peek, would you be good enough

to step over to the pool with me, please?

- Oh, yes, yes.

- No, leave him alone.

I wanna talk to him.

Leave us alone, go away. Go away.

All right, but shall I send a wreath

to the MacNeil home?

No.

Well, just a little one.

- Stanley J. MacNeil?

- Yes.

Why, we turned him down

less than a year ago.

You mean to say

that your company knew that...

Why, we could have predicted it

to the very day.

You think I'll pull through?

Pull through?

Why, you're a perfect specimen.

Sit down, young man, sit down.

I wanna talk to you.

Now, tell me more.

All you gotta do

is follow the Good Life health plan.

Do or die. Sink or swim.

You'll live to be a hundred.

- It's in the cards.

- What cards?

Right here. Got it all figured out for you.

Right here, right here,

it says keep out of drafts.

What's the matter?

- You're in a draft.

- Yeah?

That's the very important thing

of the Good Life health plan.

Stay out of drafts.

Is it all right here?

- All right here, all right.

- I might've sat over there for hours.

Young man, I like you.

What's that one?

"How to Feel Like a Million.

Play Games for Health. "

- Play games? I never had time.

- Make time.

Say, did you ever play Indian wrestling?

Is it anything like Japanese?

How should I know? I'll show you.

Stand right there.

Put your foot onto mine.

- Right foot?

- Yeah. Give me your hand.

Now. Now, pull.

Wow, you've got strength.

Yeah, I haven't done that for years.

What else you got there?

- Life Begins At 59.

- I thought it was 40?

- Oh, no, it's 59, in your case, J.J.

- Let me see that.

Why, doggone it, it says 59.

"Life Begins At 59."

Well, why not?

You're still in a draft, J.J.

We better work up a little circulation.

What did you wanna invite Peek for,

anyway?

To get the policy.

And why didn't you keep him away

from J. J?

Oh, well, why didn't you?

Hey.

How deep is the pool at that end?

Eleven feet. Why?

I was just thinking.

Hello, baby, am I late?

Or hasn't anything started yet?

Gen, you're in the nick of time.

You sound like a melodrama. Why?

Peek broke the news to J.J. That he passed

and J.J.'s getting younger by the minute.

You've got to take him in hand.

Get Peek away from him

or he'll have J.J. Back in shape.

Ask him to dance. Keep him on his feet.

Get him overheated.

Where is he?

There.

Is that J.J. Hobart?

That's the guy.

That old fellow.

Morty, he's got 2 feet

in the grave already.

Well, all we've got to do

is to make him lie down in it.

Don't you worry.

I'll have him pull the dirt in over him.

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