Hot Saturday

Make it a certified

check for $183.28.

$183.28?

Yes.

And make it payable to the

Hartford Wholesale Produce Company.

The Hartford Wholesale

Produce Company.

Yeah.

(MEN CHATTERING)

Shoot that down

to Ruth, Fred.

Okay.

For Ruth.

Yeah, I know. Hey,

forward pass, frog face.

My check book positively says $11.21.

You know

what happens?

This check gets

thrown back in my lap.

For five years

I do business here,

and now I should

get insulted?

You didn't make any checking

deposit last Saturday,

only savings.

(LAUGHS) Is that so?

Well, I'm laughing.

I was telling Mrs. Ginsberg this morning

that someday

I'll be a millionaire

like this

Romer Sheffield.

ARCHIE:
Goodbye,

Mr. Ginsberg.

No!

Oh, have a heart, Ruth.

I get no pleasure

out of life.

For the fifth time, no.

Just you and me alone.

I thought that was

coming. No, thanks.

ARCHIE:
Well, why not?

One session of your football

technique lasts a lifetime.

You might as well

give up, frog face.

I'm going to ask Ruth

out this Saturday myself.

Any fleas?

Back in your cage, gorilla!

The girls fluttered when

he asked them to dance.

Scram, rube.

How about it, baby?

You take a lot

for granted.

It takes a lot

to satisfy me.

Shall we make

a hot Saturday of it?

Well, that depends upon

the degree of heat.

You can run the

temperature. What do you say?

The whole crowd's going

out to Willow Springs.

Okay. I'd be bored to

death staying in town.

There you are, Eva.

Now, run along and drive your Aunt

Minnie around for her shopping.

Of course, Father.

Thanks a lot.

All right.

Father, may I have the car

tonight and Saturday night?

(CLEARS THROAT)

It doesn't seem

proper for you

to take the car out

at night so much.

It may lead to

undesirable...

Why, Father.

Undesirable gossip.

It's indiscreet.

You know I'd never do

anything unbecoming.

No, no, no,

of course I...

Well, I guess

it'll be all right.

(LAUGHS)

Thanks, dear. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey, Eva!

Hello, Archie.

What's on your mind?

Well, look, Eva. Conny's

taking Ruth Saturday, isn't he?

So what?

Well, how about

you going with me?

It's a date.

Oh, that's swell.

You haven't been out

with me for a month.

Saturday after lunch.

Dad's giving me

the closed car.

Better yet. My feet get cold

when I park in those roadsters.

Hey, hey.

And I said to the

Reverend Botts that I...

Hello, Eva.

WOMEN:
How are you, dear?

How do you do?

And I told the Reverend Botts

that I thought the City Council

should call on

that Romer Sheffield

and demand that

he leave town.

(SCOFFS) The idea of bringing

her out here to his summer home

and living

with her openly!

It's a disgrace

to the community.

You're absolutely right.

He's a vile influence, too. Yes.

Look!

Romer, look.

What?

Well, we must be going.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

I'll only be

a minute, Camille.

All right.

Good morning,

Mr. Sheffield.

Hello, Conny,

how are you?

Just fine, thank you.

I'm pretty busy.

Good. Then the bank's

still solvent, eh?

Oh, yes, sir.

RUTH:
Yes, Mr. Smith.

Yes, Mr. Smith.

I rechecked your

statement personally.

The balance is correct.

Good morning, Miss Brock.

Oh, good morning.

Perhaps you failed to

deduct the government tax.

Yes, there's a two cent tax

on every check you write.

Oh, no, no,

not just for Democrats,

the Republicans

have to pay it, too.

All right.

Goodbye, Mr. Smith.

What can I do for you,

Mr. Sheffield?

Just talk to me, will you?

I like to hear you talk.

I haven't time.

Yes. I've noticed that.

Somehow, every time I come into the

bank you always manage to be busy.

You know, I think I'll

phone next time. Phone?

Well, you seemed pretty

patient with Mr. Smith.

Did you ever talk

to Mr. Smith?

(CHUCKLING) No. I imagine it

must be quite an experience.

It is.

You know, I like your hair done

that way. It's very becoming.

Did you have any

business to transact?

Come to think of it, I did.

Look, I want this check deposited.

$30,000.

Checking or savings?

Checking, by all means.

Third window down.

Mr. Billings.

Look, Miss Brock, don't you think you

could take personal charge of my account?

Why?

Well, I'd have an excuse to

become better acquainted with you.

Second, I've already

mentioned your hair.

Third, you have

blue eyes.

Fourth...

Is this an inventory?

(CHUCKLING) Now, look, I'm

serious. Let me go on, won't you?

I'm more interesting

when I'm serious.

You're considered much too

dangerous for local consumption.

I see. Ruled out, eh?

Uh-huh.

Well, well, Conny Billop

seems more fortunate.

Oh, I imagine he'd change

places with you most anytime.

Incidentally, it looks as

though there's a man wanted.

I know, I know.

She's glaring in here

and thumping her compact on

top of the car door, isn't she?

(LAUGHS) Yes.

You know, the enamel's

getting all worn off there.

I guess I'll have to go and

see what I can do about it.

Say, what's the matter?

Does everyone in this town

have high blood pressure?

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

Well, how was she today?

Purely business, my dear.

Oh, yes? Selling short

or bulling the market?

I suggest we stop talking

about Wall Street, huh?

If you think you can

park me out here

while you go in there and flirt

with some dizzy little bank clerk,

you're crazy!

All right, I'm crazy.

Oh!

ROMER:
Did she catch

the train all right?

FRANK:
Yes, sir.

Good. Any parting message? Yes, sir.

She said you could

go to the devil.

Well, that's nice of her. Here you are.

Thank you, sir.

Don't mention it.

Did she say

anything else?

Yes, sir. She said she was going

to Florida on Mr. Howard's yacht.

Good! She'll probably

get a nice coat of tan.

Yes, sir.

That'll be all, Frank.

Nine, nine, four.

(PHONE RINGING)

Boy, I don't know

my own strength.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Yeah, he's here.

For you, Conny.

For me? Okay.

Hey, keep your eye

on him, will you?

I don't want him pushing

them in with his hand.

Yeah? Oh, hello,

Mr. Sheffield.

Yeah, that landlady usually

knows where everybody is.

Say, Conny, I've noticed your

crowd goes out to Willow Springs

every Saturday.

Yeah, that's the only excitement

there is around this burg.

Well, why don't you all drop

in here Saturday afternoon?

There's lots of drinks, and

I'll rummage up some food.

Say, that'd be swell.

You bet I'll invite them.

That's fine.

Then I'll expect you.

Stay as long as you like.

No limit.

All right. Goodbye.

Boy, this Saturday is

going to be some Saturday!

What's up?

That was Romer Sheffield.

Wanted me to invite the crowd

out to his place for a party.

Well, we can't

go out there.

The town would burn

down to the ground

if we took the girls

within a mile of that guy.

Stop griping. Nobody needs

to see where we're going.

We can take the side road up

Willow Creek into his place.

Well, how about the girls?

Do you think they'll go?

Sure. They'll eat it up.

Yeah, I know, but...

Listen, Archie. You

start griping every week

about spending three

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