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bucks for bootleg gin.

Here you got a swell chance to

get some real liquor for nothing.

Say, that is an idea,

isn't it?

Be out in a minute. I'll

give you odds it's 15 minutes.

Fifty cents to a dollar.

Taken.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, Ruth.

That's funny. I'd

forgotten it was Saturday.

Until you saw this

pay envelope, eh?

Well, what is it

this time?

Well, to tell the truth,

an unusual thing

happened this morning.

I found that I'd

run out of cigars.

You better start

smoking cigarettes.

Thanks.

Ruth, your mother's

on the warpath.

MRS. BROCK:
Ruth!

Hello, Mother.

There's moths in

this house again.

I want you to change your dress

and go up to the attic right away

and get them blankets out of the

trunk and hang them in the sun.

And you'd better look after

the winter clothes, too.

Mother, I can't,

not now.

I promised to go out

with the crowd.

Well, that's no excuse when

there's work to be done.

Well, I didn't intend it

as an excuse.

You know Saturday is the only

time I ever get to go anywhere.

I can think of lots better ways of

spending it than dancing and flirting

till all hours

of the night

with a lot of

good-for-nothing young puppies.

Well, I can't.

Not in this town.

You mark my words, young

lady, you'll live to regret it,

and you won't get any

sympathy from me, either.

(BANGING)

MAN:
Iceman!

You don't have

to tell me.

We owe him $3.43.

And the milk company

called up today.

Yes, Mother, I know.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Where's the rest of it?

I gave $2 to father.

Oh, you did?

(SCOFFS)

MRS. BROCK:
Harry!

MAN:
Iceman!

Stop yelling like that

or you won't get a nickel!

Hello, Sis.

What were you doing

in my bureau?

Who, me? Why, I wasn't

anywhere near it.

Where's that new pair

of shorts I just bought?

New shorts?

No, I haven't seen them.

Hey, let go of me!

What's the idea?

Let go of me!

Bottoms up,

Mrs. Van Astorbilt.

(GROANS)

(SQUEALS)

(EXCLAIMS)

I didn't mean it.

I didn't mean it.

Have a heart,

will you, Sis?

A brief pull,

and then silence.

(GRUNTING) I didn't mean

it, I didn't mean it.

None the worse for wear.

All right, if that's the

way you feel about it.

Nobody wears them

nowadays anyhow!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Good afternoon,

Senator.

Have a cigar.

Thank you.

Any mail from

the Administration?

No, just a letter

from Chicago.

That's funny. I wrote Herbert

last week about that river project.

Well, he may write

to you next week.

He'll probably telegraph.

That's very possible.

Have a cigar, Conny.

Thanks.

Thanks again, Senator.

Don't mention it.

You know, this public

life is very strenuous.

No wonder you smoke

so many cigars.

Well, friends, you know.

Yes.

Twelve minutes.

Pay up, Conny.

Right you are. Here.

Here you are, Dad. Better

lay in a fresh supply.

Thanks. Have a good time.

The chances are

in our favor.

Tell Mother I'll murder

the moths tomorrow.

Say, Ida!

MRS. BROCK:
Where's that $2?

Wait till you

hear this, Ida.

Who do you think's

getting here on the 5:15?

Who?

Bill Fadden.

He is?

Yes. Listen.

"Looking forward to seeing

the old stamping ground again.

"Going to camp on you Saturday

night unless you lock me out.

(LAUGHS)

"I imagine seven years

have changed Ruth a lot,

"but somehow I still expect to find

her in pigtails. Regards, Bill. "

Isn't that just like Bill? I

wonder if he's changed much.

It'll be fine

to see him again.

I just wish Ruth had

more friends like Bill.

Wealthy, good family, and

he's got a fine position, too.

Mmm-hmm.

Ruthie! Ruthie!

She's gone already.

She would be!

Well, she can see

Bill tomorrow.

That's it, go right ahead

and stick up for her.

Where's that $2?

Well, I'll need that, you

know, to entertain Bill.

Oh!

Well, I swan!

(SINGING) Far, far away

One minute more.

Come on, babies, bite!

Don't you recognize caviar

when you see it?

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(CHATTERING)

Have another, won't you?

MAN 1:
Yay,

the visiting firemen!

MAN 2:
Park it

in the bushes.

JOE:
Hey, hide it

behind the house.

Go lay an egg!

I haven't got the strength.

I'll go park the bus.

ARCHIE:
Hello, Ruth.

Hello.

You seem to have a party

going on, Mr. Sheffield.

Yes, so they tell me.

Now, look, would you mind

if I do you a great favor?

Yes, but go on.

Well, if you'll use the word

"Romer" instead of "Mr. Sheffield,"

I'll promise to

call you "Ruth. "

(GASPS)

I'm overcome!

Splendid!

Then you need a drink.

Come on.

How cute!

I'll take vanilla.

Well, vanilla

it shall be, lady.

Don't tell...

Hello, everybody.

Hello, Conny. Here you are.

Thanks for organizing the party.

Why, it was

no effort at all.

They could hardly

wait till Saturday.

One vanilla coming up

with courtly gesture, lady.

Say, this is great stuff.

Bottled in Bond, I bet.

Glad you like it, Conny.

There's a lot more.

I'm afraid you won't be

saying that by nightfall.

She isn't making much

of a play for Romer.

Well, it looks like

he's enjoying it.

Probably enjoyed

that Renault girl, too.

Hey, One Lung.

Bringy two drinky,

very tall, savvy?

What will it be, gentlemen,

Scotch, Bourbon or Cognac?

Two Cognacs.

Hello, Eve, have a drink?

No, thanks.

How they going?

Not fast enough to keep me

from dancing with you.

Let's make it later, Eve.

Ruth is waiting.

Let Ruth entertain

Romer for a few minutes.

You didn't bring us here

to high-hat us, did you?

Don't look at it

that way, Eve.

Sure, I wanna dance

with you, but...

Well, now's your chance.

I've been wanting to thank you

for having Romer invite us here.

I thought Archie said

you were shocked.

Well, I didn't know it

was going to be like this.

Well, what do you say?

Okay.

Come on.

That's your boat,

isn't it?

Yes. Frank's been taking

some of the crowd for a ride.

Like to go down

and watch them?

Yes, I'd love to.

Okay, come on.

(LAUGHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(WHOOPING)

Come on, let's walk

along the shore.

There are lots of lovely rocks

and nice little mud puddles.

That doesn't sound

very pleasant.

You must be looking

for work.

Ah, lady, lady,

will you give me a job?

I haven't had work since...

Since Camille left town?

Hey, Joe,

where's Ruth?

She went somewhere

with Romer.

He's got a crust dragging

her away from the party.

Don't be a chump

all your life.

She probably did

the dragging.

She'd ditch you

any day for Romer.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'll find

out when they get back.

Lovely back, darling.

Pleasant here,

isn't it?

Yes.

It would have been a shame

for you to have missed it.

I'd begun to think you

weren't coming to the party.

Well, I've begun

to think I didn't.

There, now, you see, we'll

have to start all over again.

Pleasant here, isn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

How are your folks?

Father, smoking.

Mother, fuming.

Worried about you?

About me?

Of course not.

No, I'm supposed to

be murdering moths.

Mother hates

for me not to.

What a wise mother.

She knows what the moths

do when the flame is away.

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