How to Marry a Millionaire Page #9

Mr. Brookman, darling.

- Well, you've got a crust.

- Just a minute.

- A big wedding and you with no necktie.

- Listen to me.

Everybody else here dressed up in

striped pants and you show up like a...

- Listen, Schatze!

- never want to see you again.

Hey, hey, hey, what about

a cheese dog burger this time, huh?

Following the ceremony, the party

adjourned to a fashionable greasy spoon,

where perfectly delicious

dog burgers were served.

What happened with those zillionaires

everybody was talking about?

Oh, what always happens

to rich zillionaires.

I've got nothing to worry about.

What did you tell me you were worth?

Oh, I should say

in the neighborhood of 14 dollars,

give or take a nickel.

- That's all cash too.

How about you, Killer?

How are you fixed?

To tell you the truth,

if I can get my hands on it...

You're fixed but good.

I can tell.

Wait a minute. I want to hear

from Mr. Fill'Er Up.

Just what you estimate

your fortune at?

Oh, about 200 million,

I should imagine.

Oh, that's not enough.

Might that all be in cash?

I could probably dig up

a couple million cash if I had to.

Oh, that's wonderful.

What might the rest be in, oil?

- Some oil.

- Uh-huh.

- Some airline stock.

- Good.

A little steel.

Some cattle down in Texas.

Couple of coal mines in Alabama.

Bit of real estate here and there.

Some automobile stocks.

The Brookman Building.

And, of course,

Brookman, Pennsylvania.

A whole city he owns yet. Wouldn't

you know that would happen to me?

Give me the check, Mac.

Keep the change, Mac.

Gentlemen,

to our wives.

English - US - SDH

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