Has Anybody Seen My Gal Page #2

You may send the receipt up to my room.

- By the way, what time is dinner?

- Seven o'clock.

I usually dine at 6:30,

but I imagine I can survive till seven.

I'm sure you'll like the room.

It just has a gorgeous view.

You have a nice porch, too.

Grandma used to love to sit out here.

Oh, let me help you.

- Quiet, Penny.

- What's she barking about?

It's not a she, it's a he.

He's barking because this is his bed.

Don't tell me

I'm supposed to sleep with him.

Oh, no. Penny's used to sleeping alone.

He's really a wonderful dog.

Poppa says he's a purebred mongrel.

What's this?

It's an easel. You see, I'm an artist.

No fooling! Golly, an honest-to-goodness

artist living with us!

Penny, this is not a newspaper.

"How to Paint in Ten Easy Lessons."

That's something I wrote anonymously

when I was an instructor in Paris.

- Paris?

- Yes, Paris.

You see, I...

Millicent.

That's my grandma.

She died when I was six.

A beautiful woman.

A far cry from the flappers of today.

I don't take after her at all,

but Millie - My sister - Looks just like her.

I wish I was as beautiful as Millie.

I'm sure you will be, my dear,

when you grow up.

I have a feeling you will become

a captivating creature.

- Is that good or bad?

- Good for you, but bad for the boys.

Why didn't you call the Courier

and find out who inserted it?

I did. The person who took the ad

had left for the day.

What'll my friends think, taking a boarder?

None of the better families would do that.

You mean "richer", not "better", Howard.

And stop shedding hair everywhere.

If I can put up with your music,

you can put up with this hair.

Oh, this is ridiculous!

Harriet, I'm going to tell this man

he has to leave at once.

- But he paid in advance.

- Mother gave him a receipt.

You what? Oh, for Pete's sake!

Really, Charles, it isn't as bad as I thought.

We never use that room...

...and we can use the money,

what with these two going to college.

$8 a week will come in very handy.

And I need a new winter coat.

I'm not taking in boarders.

I make enough to support my family

and I'll continue to do so.

He stays the week. Then he goes.

Shh.

- Oh, Mr Smith.

- Him?

I'd like you to meet my husband

and my son Howard.

I'm delighted to meet you. I'm sure

we'll all be very happy here together.

- You did say dinner at seven?

- We'll be a little late this evening.

In that case I shall go back to my room

and finish unpacking.

Be good enough to call me

when dinner is ready, please.

You know what?

Mr Smith is an artist - A great artist.

He's been all over the world - Paris,

London, New York... Gosh, everywhere.

He's an artist all right, your Mr Smith -

a gyp artist.

Charles.

This afternoon he tried to argue me

out of a penny for a box of aspirins.

Then he tried to run out

without paying Dan a dime for a bromo.

- Better lock up the family silver.

- Gee, and he seems such a nice man.

- I like him more than any boys I know.

- I'd keep a sharp eye on him.

He looks like a pretty smooth article,

if you ask me.

No singing at the table, Roberta.

Mrs Blaisdell, I neglected to inform you

I can't eat the food customarily served.

I must confine myself to soft food - Eggs,

milk, mashed bananas and boiled fish.

- So if you'll be good enough...

- This is not a restaurant.

We all eat the same thing

or we don't eat at all.

Taste it, Mr Smith.

Momma makes the best stew in Hilverton.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

Stew.

- I wish I had a car, Dad.

- I wish I did, too.

- All the frat fellows have a car except me.

- Then join another frat.

Howard, didn't we just buy you

a brand-new raccoon coat?

Yeah - A brand-new used one.

If you didn't comb it so much

it wouldn't look so used.

Sometimes I wish we were so rich

we didn't have to pay bills.

Roberta, there's no disgrace

in being poor. Remember that.

Probably the only good thing

that can be said about it.

I'll get it.

- How do you like it?

- I'll manage to worry it down.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Carl, she is.

Just a moment and I'll call her.

- Millicent, Carl's on the phone.

- Ask him what he wants.

She's busy at the moment, Carl.

Could I take a message?

Oh, yes, I know

she'd be delighted to see you.

Shall we say about quarter to eight?

Fine. She'll be ready. Goodbye.

- Mother, you knew I had a date with Dan!

- Oh, I forgot.

Operator.

She didn't really forget. She just wants

my sister to go out with Carl cos he's rich.

Do you think she should marry a man

just because he's rich?

After I finish this,

I'll give you my considered opinion.

- What are you doing?

- I'll tell him I can't see him.

You can't do that. He'd be offended.

What's the harm

of going out with him just this once?

But, Harriet, she has a date with Dan.

She can see Dan any time, and how often

does a boy like Carl Pennock call?

Millie, you should be flattered.

The Pennocks are

the most important family in town.

I don't care how important they are.

I won't go.

Please, Millie, do it for my sake.

You wouldn't want to make a fool

out of your mother, would you?

Of course not, but...

Carl is such a lovely boy,

and so sophisticated.

I'm sure you'll like him

when you get to know him.

Now run along upstairs

and get ready like a good girl.

But what about Dan?

He hasn't got a phone.

Just let me handle Dan.

You'll be gone by the time Dan gets here.

Well, all right.

Oh, and Millie? Wear your long dress,

the one that comes down to your knees.

Clear these dishes, Roberta. I want it

spick and span when Carl gets here.

Yes, Momma. Excuse me.

- Hello, kid.

- Kid yourself. Millicent!

- Good evening, Carl.

- Hello, Mrs Blaisdell.

- Your sheik's here.

- I'll be right down.

Do come in.

- Good evening, Mr Blaisdell.

- Hello, Carl.

Hi, Howie.

- That new car you have is the veryest.

- I'll take you for a spin someday.

- Mr Smith, this is Mr Pennock.

- How do you do, young man?

Mr Smith is staying with us for a while.

He's... An old friend of the family.

He's exactly three hours old now.

Hello, Carl.

Hot diggity, Millie!

You're the cat's miaow!

Thank you, Carl.

Well, good night, everybody.

- Have a good time.

- Don't stay out too late.

Good night.

Five minutes with him

and a girl has a past.

He seems pleasant enough,

but I'm not at all certain that I like this boy.

Thank you.

Charles, I know what I'm doing.

I'm not permitting my daughter to make

the same mistake my mother made.

You know what, Mr Smith? Grandma

could've married Samuel G Fulton.

- Who?

- The richest man in the world.

- Instead she married the poorest.

- Your grandfather wasn't the poorest!

Are you serious? Your mother

could've married the Samuel G Fulton?

Yes. But she didn't love him,

so she married Father.

Of course, Fulton wasn't rich then...

...but I imagine anyone could've told

he'd amount to something...

...compared to poor Poppa,

who remained a bookkeeper all his life.

I'm not sorry she married Grandpa.

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