Hands Across the Table

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All right.

Don't crowd.

Let 'em off.

Let 'em off.

Don't crowd.

Do you think

they'll be wearing 'em

like this next year?

Aw, that was such

a cute little hat.

And I know it made me

look 10 years younger.

Yeah.

Call for Mr. Schlepermeyer.

Call for Mr. Schlepermeyer.

Call for Mr. Schlepermeyer.

Well, another day

just like the rest of them.

Why, Regi,

this is a lucky day.

Did you find a horseshoe

in the subway?

Oh, how are you going to get

a horse in the subway?

Oh!

Now listen, really.

It's a lucky day because

my numerology book says so.

All the auguries are good,

and it's the fifth day

and the fifth month.

And five and five are eight-

I- I mean 10.

Sure, and it's three minutes

till 9:
00. I can play too.

Oh, now listen.

It's really like this.

You put it all together

and it spells-

Yeah, put it all together

and it's still three minutes of 9:00.

Oh, will you just let me

explain to you?

Hey!

It's wonderful

the way you two

get under the wire.

Well, one of you hurry up.

1502's been phoning

for a manicure since 8:30.

1502! Up where the rich live.

Who is it?

A Mr. Macklyn.

Married?

That makes two things

I forgot to ask him-

what he had for breakfast

and whether he's married or not.

No, when they're married,

they usually come down

to the shop to get away.

I guess he's single, all right.

You mean you hope

he's single, all right.

What's the matter?

Can't you find

your thumb?

Oh, go on up. 1502 is really

an awful lucky number for you.

Five and one is six,

and six and two are eight.

Yeah, maybe here's

that $10 million you've

been dreamin' about.

The way I feel today,

I'd settle for a million.

Yeah, well, hurry.

You sent for a manicurist?

Mr. Macklyn did.

Come in.

This way, please.

Mr. Macklyn,

the new manicurist is here.

What? Well, tell her

I don't want a manicurist.

Well, how about a manicure then?

Now that you mention it,

it's the very thing I need.

I haven't had one since yesterday.

Do you have one every day?

Some people play golf

to pass the time,

some go in for tap dancing,

some destroy clay pigeons.

I have manicures.

On the behalf of

the manicurists' union,

I thank you.

It's I who should

thank the union.

The manicure

takes 40 minutes.

That leaves the day

only 23 hours

and 20 minutes long.

Oh, Peter, will you

see what Miss, uh-

Allen.

Regi Allen.

Exactly.

What Miss Regi Allen

requires.

Would you fill this

with warm water, please?

Yes, miss.

Thank you.

Just a minute, Peter.

Would you care for a drink?

Oh, no.

The day's just started.

What a fresh point of view.

To me, the night's just ended.

Very well, then, Peter.

Just one for me.

Yes, sir.

This is a very pretty room.

It's very becoming to you.

Thank you.

Oh, isn't he attractive!

Is he your brother?

No, that's a picture of me

taken four years ago.

Oh, are you a flier?

I was a flier.

Airplanes weren't as safe

then as they are now.

Is there

anything else, miss?

No, thank you.

I'm afraid I seemed

rather disagreeable

when Peter announced you.

Oh, that's all right.

The manicurist I've been having

just got married,

and I'm still rather embarrassed

about meeting people.

Why?

I'm always afraid

they'll feel sorry for me.

What?

When you have all this?

Hmm. You just try getting up

every morning at 7:00.

Then jammed in the subway.

Then poking at peoples' cuticle all day.

And then jammed back

in the subway again at night.

I don't feel sorry for you, mister.

Thanks.

I think we'll get along.

I've talked enough now.

I'd better go.

You'll come back

day after tomorrow?

I just spent two bucks

on a memory course.

Bye.

Good-bye.

Thank you, miss.

It's a long time since

I heard Mr. Macklyn laugh.

He's got a few laughs

coming to him.

I think so too.

Oh, I haven't

any change for that.

You're not supposed to have.

That's a 10-dollar bill.

I think Mr. Macklyn

can afford it.

Thanks.

Peter!

Coming, sir.

Peter, this dressing gown's a disgrace.

I can't be entertaining

a young lady in this outfit.

Yes, sir.

You look divine.

Allen Macklyn,

that's the fifth new dressing gown

you've worn in three weeks.

You're getting to be

a regular fashion plate.

They call me Beau Macklyn.

The man at Charvet's

assured Peter this is

the very newest thing.

Do you really like it?

Oh, it's lovely.

Honestly, I can't do

a thing to those nails.

How about

my 40 minutes?

Well, what can I do?

Well, you might try

doing nothing.

Pretend to be

one of the idle rich

and see how you like it.

Peter!

Yes, sir.

Coming, sir.

Tea on the terrace, please,

for two very rich people.

It is ready, sir.

I wonder what the poor people

are doing on a day like this.

Oh!

Gee, you're lucky.

Won't you pour?

Me?

Well, who else?

That'll be all, Peter.

Well, I'll try, but it may throw me.

Ohh!

Try putting the other hand

on the top.

Ooh, you mean like-

There, that's it.

Oh, I get it.

Two hands for beginners.

Why did you say

I was lucky?

You don't have to pretend.

To be rich?

Mm-hmm.

You think a lot about money,

don't you, Regi?

You've got it.

You don't have to think

about it. Sugar?

Two, please, and lemon.

I thought girls your age

always thought about love.

Oh, love.

I don't want anything

to do with it.

That's what you say now, Regi,

and maybe you may even mean it.

Oh, I mean it, all right.

I think you're off

on the wrong tack, Regi.

I wish I could show you

how valueless money is.

You can't.

I know what love can get you into.

I know what it got my mother into.

She was young and pretty once.

I saw her count pennies

and wash and struggle...

until she was old and ugly.

I heard her nagging my father

until he hated to come home.

You couldn't blame him.

You couldn't blame anything but poverty.

I see.

Oh, I didn't mean to

let my back hair down so far.

But that's what you get

for encouraging me.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry!

Oh, don't worry

about that.

It's awful.

I'm so sorry.

The only thing that worries me

is you, your ideas.

But you certainly seem

to know what you want.

I know a lot of things.

You certainly do.

And I'll bet you forget all of them

when the right man comes along.

No, I won't. You can't blame me

for wanting the things I do.

Every woman wants them.

Only I say I do.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

after making a mess of things

I'll go back to the grind.

You've had enough

for one day.

Not nearly.

Gee, I'm sorry

I spilt the tea.

Oh!

Accidents

can happen to anyone.

See?

Thanks. I'm afraid you do it

better than I do.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Peter'll see you to the door.

Yes, he always does.

You know, I feel like a chiseler

when I take your money. Funny, isn't it?

I guess it's because you're

the only real friend I've got.

Thanks.

It's been a lot of fun.

Confessions and all?

Confessions and all, Regi.

Bye.

Good-bye.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know the lights

were against me.

That's all right.

Hopscotch.

Hopscotch?

Mm-hmm.

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