Ladies of Leisure

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Look out!

There's another bottle coming.

Look Out! Look at that!

Come on, let's throw another one.

Look out below! Here goes.

Don't do that.

Oh, come on.

Hey, Bill wait a minute.

- That's my best brush.

- I'm sorry.

Here, use this.

You haven't a witch broom, have you?

Have a duster?

- No, I haven't.

- How do you like that landscape?

Fine. I couldn't do better myself.

Billy, hurry up, when are you going

to get through with this?

Quiet!

If you ever think of subleasing this

studio remember I'm a subleaser.

There's art here.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, wait a minute!

Why did you do that for?

Well, he was making faces at me.

That's too bad.

That happens to be my father.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Call for Jerry Strong.

Call for Jerry Strong.

Call for Jerry Strong.

Call for Jerry Strong.

Hey, what's the idea?

Do you think you're being

a very good host?

Perfect host.

Don't interfere with anybody.

- Come on, dearie. Don't be an undertaker.

- I've got a headache.

Right, we'll mix you something.

Blow your headache away.

No, thanks. You run along and play.

You're not mad because I borrowed

the studio, are you?

Certainly not.

Miss Collins, please. Oh, there you are.

There's a painting to be done.

- And a shampoo, Billy.

- I'll give it to you myself.

What is is going to be?

Still life?

I hate still life, Bill.

Put some action in it.

She doesn't like still life.

What's it going to be?

Come on tell me.

What do you want?

Washington crossing the Delaware.

He wants Washington

crossing the Delaware.

I haven't got room for that.

Well make room.

Go on. That's the artist's privilege.

Say, what did you and Jerry do?

Have a lovers' quarrel?

Lovers? Don't be silly, Billy.

We're engaged to be married.

Doesn't he like your shindig?

He doesn't approve of me.

He says I'm an orchid and

wants to change me into a lily.

There ain't no more lilies.

You should tell Jerry that sometimes, Bill.

He'll find that out after he's married.

Oh, you...

Stop wiggling, I have

business to do here...

Ouch! You're tickling me.

Can I do anything for you?

Yeah, you can look the other way.

You'll lose that boat

if you don't watch out.

That's great. I wanna lose it.

It ain't mine.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Yeah. Got a cigarette?

Say, you don't happen to belong to that

gang out there in that boat, do you?

- No. I don't even like those fellas. Why?

- Never mind.

Say. How far is it to town?

What town?

There's only one town.

It's about 30 miles from New York.

I ought to make it by Tuesday.

Cheerio.

I'm going that way.

Won't you let me give you a lift?

Angel. I'll remember you to my dying day.

Gee, that's great.

How come you're riding around 4 a.m.

all by yourself?

Well, to tell the truth

I ducked out on a party.

That makes you and me cousins.

I mean, it is embarrassing.

Serves you right

for going to that kind of a party.

If you're gonna preach I'll walk.

I'm sorry.

- You're cold, aren't you?

- Cold? I'm freezing.

I blew that cattle boat in such a hurry

I left my wrap.

Oh, gee, that feels good.

Oh, boy.

Hey, you don't have

to tote a flash, do you?

You know, for our sake as nearly injured.

No, I haven't got a flash.

Oh, well. You can't have everything.

I suppose you're wondering

what I was doing at that party.

Well, brother, that's my racket.

I'm a party girl.

You know what that is?

I never go to parties.

Aw, it's too bad.

Well, in case you ever do,

and you need a girl,

I'm the one you call for.

I'm the filler in.

Do you mind giving me a cigarette

out of that pocket?

Sure.

And for taking me home,

I'll even light it for you.

- There.

- Thanks.

Lovely night, isn't it?

Look, can you do this?

Easy.

Gee, you can smile, can't you?

Say, can I use your shoulder for a while?

Alright.

And I know all the answers

about running out of gas too.

Yeah, go on, I'm listening.

Imagine it.

For 30 miles we ride together in his car

and never once did he so much

as make a pass at me.

I even fell asleep

and he kept right on driving.

How did you know?

I'm a light sleeper.

It was at Yonkers I woke up.

What a place to wake up.

And then what happened?

Almost before I could get the sleep

out of my eyes he propositions me.

He said he was an artist

and wanted me to pose for him.

What's he look like?

He's tall, and good-looking, and young.

Oh, boy, has he got flare.

Ask if he's got a boyfriend, will you?

Hello?

Oh, hello Mr. Quinlan.

Aw, Mr. Quinlan.

Well, I might.

Hey, Dot. If it's on a boat, lay off.

It ain't on a boat, is it?

An office building?

Oh, that's ok.

A friend?

I can't. My girlfriend went

to another party.

Yeah.

What's the address?

I've got it.

Alright.

Make him send a car, foolish.

Oh, yoohoo, yoohoo.

Listen, I forgot.

You have to send a car.

Yeah. Alright.

I'll be ready.

Goodbye, darling.

What kind of a sap is that guy?

He's one of those fellas

that even his best friends don't tell him.

Give me a puff, will you?

Why don't you come along?

I'd hate to go alone.

I'm through with that chicken feed.

You're talking to a lady

that's going to have her picture painted.

Yeah? And you're talking to a lady

that's going to eat caviar.

Well, don't eat too much

just 'cause it's free.

Another ten pounds

and he won't be calling you up anymore.

Listen to this:

you can't weigh sex appeal.

Empty beer bottles,

empty whiskey bottles.

Empty wine bottles

Cigarette and cigar butts.

Cars get smashed, walls stained.

A studio?

That place looks like a nightclub.

It wasn't my crowd,

in fact it wasn't my party.

Whose party was it?

Oh, a friend of mine

borrowed the studio.

Just as I thought.

You surrounded yourself with a

lot of half-baked, long-haired...

No, Governor. Everybody at that party

had a hair cut, even the women.

You bet they did.

He-women and she-men.

I know 'em. Sponges. Hanging on

for what they can get out of you.

They're not our crowd.

Those are not our people.

John, dear. Let the boy alone.

You promised.

I know I did.

He's going to get married soon.

Not fair to Claire.

To think of my only son

wasting his time on a... on a...

- Career is the word, Dad.

- Career?

- You call daubing a career?

- Daubing?

Why, John, Jerry has created

a couple of beautiful things.

Well, I've created a couple

of beautiful railroads too.

And who's going to take charge

of it when I'm gone?

A painter?

If you stepped out tonight,

they'd run themselves.

That's how good a

job you've done.

Why, John, if Jerry were to give up

his painting I'd never forgive him.

And if you don't stop pegging him

I'll never forgive you.

What chance have I got with you two?

I wish Claire was here to help me out.

John...

You darn old pudding...

Who's the head of this family?

As for you, I'm going

on record that art business

is going to get

you in a beautiful jam.

I'd feel homesick if I didn't hear

a little of that grumbling.

What do you mean by that, Jerry?

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