I Love You Again Page #10

Maybe have a little home of your | own with a nice garden, porch.

Are you kidding me?

Maybe meet some nice, plump little lady

who thinks you're the | greatest guy in the world,

get married, have some kids,

teach them to ride a bike and play | baseball if they're boys. If they're girls,

you can put hair ribbons on them | and take them walking on Sundays.

- Gee, that sounds wonderful. | - Yeah?

I'm glad you like it, Doc, because | that's what we're going to do.

Yeah? Well, you're crazy.

Can you imagine us setting | up housekeeping in this town

after the oil deal?

I'm afraid you're not very quick, Doc.

The oil deal is off.

The oil deal is off?

Then I don't get my 50 G's?

From 50 G's to 30 bucks.

And you're the guy that | was only going in wading.

I'm sorry, Doc.

It's all right with me. | After all, you saved my life.

Hey, what about Duke?

Yeah. I'm afraid Duke is | just a wee bit mercenary.

Yeah, and he likes money, too.

Well, I suppose I might as well be on my way.

This is likely to develop | into quite an argument.

Don't get him sore, Larry.

I seen you fight once, | and honest, you was awful.

Doc, what I'm trying to hang | onto is worth a punch in the nose.

A punch in the nose?

Duke'll kill him.

Hello? Hello, Doc.

Duke, were you ever in love?

Say, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about love, Duke.

You know, a nice little home, | with a couple of kids and a porch.

And not having to duck a cop | every time you see a cellar.

Say, what have you been drinking?

And look, Duke, if it's a boy, | you can teach him to play baseball,

and if it's a bicycle, Duke,

you can put hair-ribbons on | her and go walking on Sundays.

You better go and sleep it off.

You got to remember another thing, Duke.

Larry's had this here now amnesia.

Duke, you don't know amnesia, | it just does things to a fellow.

For instance, you take love. Love...

Love Me ran fifth.

Yes, that's right, didn't | even get in the money.

Well, I just thought you'd like to know.

That's all. Goodbye. Hello.

It's a guy I know. He's horse crazy.

How did Amnesia come in, Doctor?

Why, he...

Amnesia wasn't in the race.

Come here, Doctor.

Sit down.

Now, we're going to have a nice, long talk.

Yes, ma'am.

Come in.

- Duke. | - It's you.

Say, you're here early. What's up?

Up? Why?

Yeah, Doc Ryan just phoned me.

He did, eh? What'd he say?

Well, it wasn't quite clear,

but I got the feeling that I was | headed for the sharp end of a sellout.

Come on, Carey. What is it? Let's have it.

Well, Duke, the oil deal is | finished. I'm calling it off.

Take another look in your | crystal ball, my friend.

This oil scheme is pure fraud.

And if you welsh on me, I'll see that | the whole town knows who cooked it up.

Whatever you do, I can't go through with it.

I can't give my wife a dirty deal like that.

Well, the deal you're giving | me isn't exactly lily-white.

I know, and it isn't easy | for me to let you down,

but I simply can't help it, | Duke. I can't go through with it.

This moonlight and roses hooey don't fool me.

You and this dame are up to something.

No, you're wrong there. She | doesn't know anything about it.

Larry.

Why, Kay. What are you doing here?

It's all right, Larry, I know.

So, she didn't know a thing, huh?

You told her? About the oil?

She pumped it out of me.

Kay, I want you to go home.

- Nobody's going home. | - Just a minute, Duke.

She had nothing to do with this. Let her out.

Don't you dare lay a hand | on him, you overgrown bully.

Shut your trap, madam. Now, you listen to me.

If you and this tootsie here want to play | house when we get the cash, that's okay,

but this car runs to the end of the line, | and nobody gets off till it gets there.

You can't give me orders, you crook.

That's right lady, I'm a crook. But what | do you think he is, a Bible salesman?

I don't care if he was an | ax-murderer. That's all finished.

I've seen him in love before. It | usually lasts from four to six weeks.

That's a lie.

Listen, lady, I generally never sock a dame,

but I'm inclined to make an exception of you.

Okay, Duke, you asked for it.

Don't do that, Duke. | What's the matter with you?

Take it easy, you've | knocked the poor guy cold.

- You've killed him! | - I hope so.

Darling. Larry.

- Help. I'm drowning. | - Larry, darling.

Kay. Kay.

How did you get aboard ship?

Yes, you. It's all your fault, sir.

It's all your fault. Falling overboard.

Your drunken conduct is inexcusable.

All right, Carey, get up and quit stalling.

I don't believe I know you.

- Holy Ike. | - Larry.

Why, this isn't the boat. What's happened?

Come on, pal, pull | yourself together, will you?

We're in the middle of a big deal!

Deal? Oh, yes.

If you'll come to my office I'll be very | happy to show you our full line of pots.

It's no use. It's no use.

I hope you don't mind, Larry, if we let | Herbert in on our little proposition.

He's agreed to put up...

- Why, what's the matter, Larry? | - Why, what is it?

He doesn't remember anything | up till a few minutes ago.

He's had an attack of amnesia.

Amnesia. Good heavens.

Don't worry, Larry. It's | no worse than a bad cold.

Amazing. Doesn't he | remember about the oil deal?

Oil? Oil deal?

Yes, yes. The oil deal.

- Certainly. | - Of course!

Why, gentlemen, you know I've always | said that a man should stick to his line.

My line is pots.

But Larry, Colonel Sheldon says | this deal must be closed tonight.

Why are you torturing him like this?

Can't you see he's in no condition | to discuss your silly business now?

- Sit down, Larry. | - Take it easy, pal. Take it easy.

I had the foresight to cash a large | check when I heard about the oil.

Gentlemen, Mrs. Wilson is right.

It's not fair to a man in his condition | to ask him to talk business tonight.

- Come along. | - But this is an important deal.

Naturally, I'm sympathetic, | but at the same time...

After all, he's right. | There's nothing you can do.

Quiet, boys. Quiet.

Just think of it.

A clunk on the head gives me a pal, | another clunk takes him away from me.

Larry!

Mrs. Wilson, I forgot to tell you...

What?

Nothing. You certainly can | kick that amnesia around.

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