How to Marry a Millionaire Page #4

And this is our proof of it.

You're not really thinking of going

away with that chowderhead, are you?

Oh, for heaven's sake, no!

- You're on, Loke.

- Oh, goodness!

This one we call

"Looky,Looky,LookyP

It begins as

a spectator's sports dress.

- Well, get you.

- Hi.

Which converts into

a one-piece play costume

of Jersey

and checked-matching wool.

Our next we call

"Good Afternoon, Sweetheart."

This is an afternoon tea dress, which

plunges in the back rather than the front.

Made of imported printed sheer,

with parasol to match.

You like that, monsieur?

Comme ci, comme a.

That guy's really

the end of the line.

I still think he's kinda cute.

- Who is he?

- That garage man.

- What garage?

- That fella I got with the cold cuts.

"Trouble in the Afternoon." A beach

boy's shirt of pink and white gingham,

with a deep rose crushed cummerbund.

And a coolie hat of natural straw.

"Hard-Hearted Hannah"

is a Palm Beach stroller

consisting of

mustard crash pants

and a shirttail blouse

of grey and white silk.

Next we have

"Double Frozen Daiquiris."

A beach costume of sleek

blue pants of fine wool,

with a wrap around of Thai silk.

You will notice the Egyptian influence

in the bizarre raffia hat.

"South of the Border" is Mexican crepe

of black cotton twill,

a tamale-colored serape

and a peon straw hat.

Could I take another look

at that pink-and-blue job?

But of course, sir. Miss Schatze.

- Much obliged, Tony.

- Not at all, sir.

Did you see anything

I could put aside for you?

Nope. I don't see anything here

that I want. Thanks again, Tony.

All right, girls. Thank you.

- Mr. Antoine?

- Yes?

- know that guy. He's a screw pot.

- A screw pot?

- He's making a chump out of you.

- Miss Schatze.

- Yes?

- Do I tell you how to put on a girdle?

You bet your sweet life you don't.

Then, would you be good enough

not to tell me how to run my business?

Shh!

- Mr. Brewster?

- Yes.

I'll take these.

Aboard!

You're not the regular

driver, are you?

No, sir.

Pa's the regular driver.

But he went to a Republican rally last

night and didn't get up this morning.

It certainly is

a funny place for it.

Funny place for what?

A convention.

- What's this?

- The lodge, naturally.

This house?

It'll look better

when I get a fire going.

- But where are the others?

- Other what?

- Members.

- 'm sorry, Miss Dempsey.

I don't know what you're talking

about half the time. What members?

- You said it was a lodge, didn't you?

- did and it is.

Then, where are the members.

Like the Elks Lodge.

Mother and I went to an Elks Lodge

convention in Philadelphia,

and there were thousands

of members there.

It was one of the happiest

times of our life.

Is that what you really

thought this was?

Well, naturally.

What else?

- Where do you want these?

- Back in the car.

What's the matter?

Something wrong?

No, just going back

to New York, that's all.

Well, not today, you're not.

No more trains till tomorrow.

Oh, I may slit my throat.

- Would you like a fire?

- was about to...

That's all right.

I'll do it.

Never saw so much snow

in my life.

I'm sorry about all this.

If you'll just be patient,

I'll try to get you out of here

as soon as I possibly can.

I figured I might have to put on some

of those skis, but not in all this snow.

I'll tell you what. I have

some old Medford rum in the pantry.

I'll get a drink for you. And meanwhile,

maybe you'd like a little music.

Meanwhile, maybe I'd like

a little poison too.

You got radio

all the way up here?

Oh, sure.

Radio and houses, everything.

Here. Maybe you'd better

take the first one straight.

Just listen to that music, all the way

from New York. Good ol' Harry James.

Is it really?

How can you tell?

Oh, I can tell it's Harry James

because it is Harry James.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening

to the music of Ziggy Colombo,

coming to you from the...

- Turn that liar off.

Why don't you stop acting like

a spoiled brat and behave yourself?

I've never been mixed up

in a situation like this before.

As long as I'm in my right mind,

I never will again.

But it's not doing either of us any good

to stand here and jaw at each other.

I feel awful.

All tingly.

Well, I wish I did.

Drink it. Drink it.

Is this rum?

Medford Rum.

It's over 100 years old.

Then I'm sick. I've got a fever.

Call a doctor immediately.

- What are you talking about?

- 've got a fever, I tell you.

Whenever rum smells like a carnation,

I've got a fever.

We've got to get

a doctor right away.

- There's no reason to get hysterical.

- Don't you hit me!

I'm not going to hit you.

I want to feel your forehead.

- There's a thermometer outside the door.

- Get it! Get it!

Will you please call a doctor?

I know when I've got a fever.

You do feel

a little warm.

Are you going to call

a doctor or not?

I can't call a doctor. Everybody knows

me here. Don't you understand?

What am I supposed to do, die because

you got a big name around here?

- t's a little large, but...

- Ls there a hospital around here?

- Open your mouth.

- What's that?

- want to take your temperature.

- Not with that flute.

It's not a flute,

it's a thermometer. Look.

That's not for people,

it's for blizzards.

Open your mouth, I tell you.

And don't you try to talk

until I take that out.

If it was my daughter,

you know what I'd do?

Well, she's not your daughter.

She's not my daughter either,

if that's what you're driving at.

- How much is it?

- One hundred and two.

- s that bad?

- t's definitely a slight temperature.

Maybe you call it slight

in the city of New York,

but in Maine,

she oughta be in bed.

I'm gonna die. I know it.

I'm gonna die out here

in this jungle!

If you want, I'll call Ma.

She's a practical nurse.

- Oh, what good will that do?

- We can tell her the symptoms.

She'll give us the answers.

All right. But be very careful

what you tell her.

I'll tell her what you

tell me to tell her.

Hazel? Eben.

Ring Ma, will ya?

Brewster's Lodge.

Yeah, he's here with...

- Shh!

- His skis.

If it's mumps, I'll die.

Ma? Say, what's it a sign of

when a girl is shivering and shaking

and has a temperature of 102?

- Her eyes watering?

- Like two faucets.

They're watering.

Look at her tongue.

It looks kind of red.

Tongue's blotchy.

Look behind her ears.

Have you been

scratching yourself?

Of course not.

Models aren't allowed to scratch.

Breaking out behind the ears.

Uh-huh.

I see. Okay, thanks, Ma.

- You got nothing to worry about.

- What is it?

- Measles.

- Measles!

And I've got nothing

to worry about.

"Get her to bed," Ma says.

Keep her quiet and the room dark

so you can avoid complications.

She'll be as good as new

in a week or two.

Oh!

- Keep it.

- Much obliged.

Yes, sir.

- Hi, Mike.

- Well, for goodness sakes.

How are you, Mr. Denmark?

I thought you were in Europe.

I was. Come back here.

You're a friend of mine, aren't you?

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