Good News Page #2

- Connie!

- Here I am.

- What's the trouble?

- It's that Pat McClellan.

Connie, do you know what she asked me

to do? Sew some beads on her dress.

Who does she think she is, Marie

Antoinette? Give me a wrench, Cora.

Maybe you can say something to her.

I don't know what I'd like to say.

Give me a rag, Cora.

- Here, let me look at that thing.

- Cora, give me a...

Holy smoke!

Is this the dress?

- What do you think of it?

- Isn't it the cat's?

Just out of the Ziegfeld Follies.

Where does it need fixing?

- It doesn't anymore. I fixed it.

- You didn't.

I already did it before

I remembered to get mad.

I'd better have a talk with her.

- What about the sink?

- It's fixed.

Don't have harsh words with her.

She's new and doesn't know.

You're right, Mrs. Drexel. After all,

she is just out of finishing school.

You wonderful creature!

Why does everyone love you?

Why are you so divine...

...so clever, so popular?

I sure wish someone loved me

the way you love you.

Why, Connie Lane. I was only

fooling, n'est-ce pas?

It sounded like true love to me.

Here's that burlap bag.

How sweet of you to bring it up.

Merci, merci.

As long as you're living with us,

there are a few things...

Why, of course. Naturally.

That dress, for instance. For a little

sorority party, it's rather extreme.

- Extreme? Really?

- And obvious.

Obvious?

- It's Babe. Can we come in?

- Entrez.

Sure.

I hate to interrupt, but the sheiks

will be here any minute.

- You'll slay them in that dress, Pat.

- They're all pretty impressionable.

- Have you met any of them?

- Not yet.

But I hope to meet all

the worthwhile ones.

Well, let's see now. Which ones

are really, really worthwhile?

Eddie Dunkelman. He's a catch.

His father's the local butcher.

He's a little short and a little fat,

but he does a mean Charleston.

The boy for you is Tommy Marlowe.

We're all just crazy about him.

Tommy Marlowe? Who's he?

Only the captain of the football team.

And what a sheik.

You know, girls, I think college

contacts are terribly important.

It's trs ncessaire to find

someone of the right background...

...and sufficient wealth...

...of culture.

Oh, that's so true.

Is 25 million dollars

enough culture for you?

Peter Van Dyne, llI has it.

Richest man at Tait.

- Van Dyne, III?

- Oh, but he's such a drip.

For 25 million dollars, let him drip.

He's not an attractive boy?

Attractive? He's the twerpiest

wet smack of all time.

Quel fromage.

- What did you say?

- I said, "Quel fromage. "

- "What a pity" in French.

- Oh, you must mean dommage.

Fromage means cheese.

Quel fromage. "What cheese. "

Oh, of course, dommage.

How silly of me.

Come on, they're here.

- Is Bobby here?

- I'm not ready!

- You were saying about the dress?

- Oh, forget it Pat. I was wrong.

The dress suits you perfectly.

Nice party, Mrs. Drexel. But I want

the team out of here by 10:00.

Of course, Mr. Pooch.

That's understood.

Gee, I love to dance. I feel like

I'm not even touching the floor.

You're not.

It's heaven with you in my arms.

Let's go out on the porch.

Let's dance.

- Do you love somebody else?

- Oh, no, Beef.

You just don't understand me. I'm

like the psychology you talked about.

I'm a split personality.

Oh. Well, if anyone comes near you,

they'll be a split personality.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Oh, nothing.

Beef, look at poor Connie.

You've simply gotta help her.

Connie?

Beef's dying to help.

Give him something to do.

- Fine. Would you help me pass these?

- Sure.

- Well, Bobby, here I am.

- What?

- It's time for that dance I promised.

- Go away!

- Beef will kill whoever comes near you.

- Well, wouldn't it be worth it?

Hey, what's going on?

- Bobby, you and me are soul mates.

- What?

I won't take no for an answer.

Tell me you love me.

Look at that. Goose pimples.

Think it's cold? It's you.

Well, look at that. Goose pimples.

You think it's you?

It's Beef. Let me go!

There's nothing like

a college education.

- Tommy, where've you been?

- Tommy!

Girls, girls, where is this gorgeous

creature I've been hearing about?

Oh, McClellan isn't down yet.

Now, don't worry. I'll be back.

- Hi, Tommy.

- Hi, Evelyn.

What is this, the waiting room?

We can all go home now.

Marlowe is here.

Thanks. This is quite a turnout.

If this show's no good,

I want my money back.

I have a little

announcement to make...

...you are about to witness Patricia

McClellan, the female form divine.

Jungle potentates have fought

for one smile from her lips.

For only 10 cents, you will see this

little lady descend these stairs...

...placing one dainty foot before

the other. All right, watch...

Some of these boys you know, but I'd

like to introduce you to a few more.

Patricia McClellan, Clyde Waters.

Richard Tripper...

...Eddie Dunkelman...

- And I'm Tommy Marlowe.

That was a charming speech,

Mr. Marlowe.

You've obviously spent most of

your life in a freak show.

I was only kidding.

You're really terrific.

I'll tell you more while we dance.

- Shall we go on, Mrs. Drexel?

- Oh, yes. This is Grover Smith.

- And this is Peter Van Dyne, III.

- Van Dyne.

Mr. Van Dyne, III,

I've heard so much about you.

I believe my mother might have

met your mother at Newport?

Well, that's very possible.

- Would you care to dance?

- Oh, I'd love to.

Kind of cold in here, isn't it?

- How does it feel to get the brush?

- How do you like her, Tommy?

She's not so hot. Just trying to

play hard to get. Hey, Danny!

You're the first touch of

refinement I've found here.

The first person I can really talk to.

That makes me very happy.

I'd like to make you

100 million times happier.

100 million! Oh, Peter!

You don't know what this means...

My lord, would you and the duchess

like a moldy canap?

Not very funny.

I'll try one first,

in case you suspect poison.

- Not a bad idea.

- You're more at home in a freak show.

- You were saying...

- Van Dyne!

- Van Dyne.

- What is it?

Phone call, long distance. New York.

- What? Where, inside?

- No, at the dormitory.

I'd better scoot.

Pat, I'll only be a few minutes.

It'll seem like eons, my dear.

Oh, poor Peter.

I hope it isn't bad news.

Ten o'clock! Football team out of

here, pronto! Everybody out.

Isn't that your cue? You've got

something to do with football, right?

Are you kidding?

Why, I'm the captain of the team.

I don't get this. What's the matter?

I'm a popular guy.

Really?

- This year I'll be all-American.

- All-American?

Does that mean you become a citizen?

Come on, Pat. Don't be an iceberg.

You gotta melt someday.

Mr. Marlowe, haven't I made it

clear to you that I don't like you?

I'll spin you into town tomorrow night.

Have dinner, go dancing, just us two.

I'll pick you up at 6. Okay?

- Quelle effronterie!

- Pat?

- My dear.

- Peter, what is it?

I phoned the dormitory.

There was no call for me at all.

No call?

Well, I think I'd better be going.

Don't forget about tomorrow night.

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