Ladies of Leisure Page #2

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It's rather a beautiful word, isn't it?

More than that.

It's a beautiful thing.

I wonder if I could put it on canvas.

Have you found a subject?

Last night I think I found one.

A strange sort of girl.

She had a mask on like everybody else.

But underneath I think she had this.

Alright, chin up, Miss Arnold.

Now look up.

Up.

Up, I say.

How high is up?

Am I looking up?

- You are not.

Only your eyes are looking up.

Now...

What do you see?

A ceiling.

That's just the trouble.

Look through the ceiling.

Visualize.

The sky. Space.

The universe.

Stardust, anything.

There is no ceiling.

- Don't you see?

- Horse feathers. It's a ceiling.

You can ask anybody.

Listen, big boy.

Why don't you make up your mind?

You hired me to pose for you

and then you don't even know

what kind of a pose you want.

I don't want any pose.

I want to paint you.

And while you work for me

you better let me do all the painting.

What do you mean?

See, look at that.

Hey, what's the idea?

I can't paint you unless I can see you.

And I can't see you

with all this camouflage.

You want me to be homely?

I want you to be yourself.

Then what the devil

are you trying to change me for?

I'm not trying to change you,

I'm trying to paint you.

Now, there.

That's the position.

Well, I'm warning you.

For being a model, $2 an hour is okay.

But for being an experiment,

the sky is the limit.

The ceiling seems to be your limit.

Goody, goody, goody.

Let's fight.

Quit the clowning and let's get to work.

Please hold still just a minute.

- How do you do, Miss Collins?

- Hello, George.

- The roof for Miss Collins.

- Yes.

Billy, have you seen Jerry's new model?

No, and I'm only calling on him

for engaging a model without my approval.

Be careful when you stop this car.

I'm a little weak in the hoses, you know.

Yes, sir.

Anything else you don't like about me?

Since you ask, if you ask, plenty.

I don't like these clothes you're wearing.

What do I wear, bathing suits?

- I don't look so bad in a bathing suit.

- I daresay.

Well I'm not interested.

I want you to wear something simple

when you come up here.

- A kimono?

- No, not a kimono.

Here, I'll show you.

There.

Something like that.

Oh, I catch you.

You want me in character.

- Bergdorf's is going to see this girl.

- Get a dress like that!

Will you pay for it?

Yes, now get in there

and wash your face.

Ok, ok, ok.

I'll start this thing over again.

It's all right with me, Rembrandt.

I'll wear all the clothes

you wanna buy me.

I could use a couple of dresses

and a pair of silk stockings right now.

Familiar words.

Well.

Oh, hello, dearie.

- Standish!

- Hiya, Jerry.

- Hi, dear.

- Hi, darling.

What's the idea of engaging

a model without my... okay?

Well, er...

Oh, my error.

- Arnold is the name.

- Miss Arnold, Miss Collins. Mr. Standish.

How do you do?

Charmed.

Take a good look. It's free.

Okay, Jerry.

Well, got a lot of new clothes, eh?

What are you going to call

this new opera, Jerry?

Oh, Hope, I guess.

From the way I've been

stretching my neck,

this picture oughta be

called the lost Zeppelin.

Quite a humorist, isn't she, dearie?

Come over here, Miss Arnold.

Let me have a look at you.

Perhaps I can suggest a better title.

Well? How do you like it?

- I like it.

- You would.

Tell me. Is it customary for an artist

to purchase the wardrobe of his model?

That depends on the model.

Napoleon Brandy. Where did you get it?

- The old venue. Three bottles.

- Sorry, I'm an orphan.

Jerry, how long is this new picture

going to take?

Oh, I don't know.

You can't put the time clock

on these things.

What's the matter,

aren't things working out?

I can't seem to get started.

For a while I had a great idea.

I guess I got the wrong model.

I've got a better idea.

Don't get started.

Your father's yacht is lying in a harbor

just dying to go somewhere.

For two cents I'd take you up.

Darling, that means yes.

What a beautiful, easy husband

you'll be to manage.

Look, Jerry.

We'll map out the course at dinner.

Come on, Bill, before he changes his mind.

Don't rush me. I too have my art.

Well, to a lost hope.

Oh, come on, Bill.

Well, if you trip over anything, it's me.

Do you remember that lovely place

we went in Chicago...

Come on, I'll show you that pretty girl,

darling.

Bye, angel.

Take care of the bar, Jerry.

Thanks, I'll see myself out.

- What are you laughing at?

- You're no artist. You give up too easy.

I knew you were only an amateur.

But I can work.

Come on, let's go ahead and play art.

I'm not paying you $2 an hour

for your opinion of art or of me.

All you have to do is sit there

and look up.

And shut up.

Yes, sir.

Chin up, please.

It's just a ceiling.

I don't care what anybody says,

it's just a ceiling.

Hey, Kay, are you up?

Up? I'm nearly out.

All I know is I've got a stiff neck.

I rode in one of those rumble seats

last night.

Sweet spirits of Zachary.

Where did you get the uniform?

Bought it.

I didn't know Woolworth sold clothes.

Don't show your ignorance.

This frock...

- Frock?

- You heard me. Frock.

When a dress costs over a hundred bucks

it's a frock.

All that's worrying me

is my neck is killing me.

Oh, wait, I'll fix it for you.

- Where is it?

- Right there.

- There?

- Hm-hm.

How does that feel?

Oh, no kidding, Dot.

A century and a half

this dress set me back.

Don't you like it?

You look like somebody else.

I am somebody else.

I'm little red riding hood.

That's his idea of a good time.

You know the old bromide.

When in Greece open a restaurant.

Yeah? I'll take mink.

What's the matter with this sap of yours?

Is he a Scotsman or something?

I ain't so sure he's sap at all.

He's a whole lot different.

I can't make him out.

You mean to tell me he ain't

even falling for you?

Falling? He ain't even tripping.

He don't look at me.

He looks right through me.

I'm just part of his routine,

like his paints and brushes.

Say, if I didn't know you real well

I'd say you were going sour.

What do you do up there all day long?

Just sit around and look at the ceiling.

I'm supposed to see the stars,

the great, big, beautiful stars.

Stop, stop, you're breaking my heart.

And the picture he's painting,

he's gonna call it Hope.

Hope?

Yeah, he thinks I'm just full of hope.

I think he's just full of hop.

Listen try to call me at 4 o'clock,

will you?

Gee, Dot, you sleep too much.

You're getting awful fat.

I should worry. If I get too fat

I'll get married and retire.

Marry? Who's gonna marry you?

Say, do I look like

a cripple or something?

I read somewhere in a book that you

can't have your cake and eat it too.

Aw, baloney.

Sure you can have your cake and eat it.

Yeah, how?

Have two cakes.

Well, look who's here.

Bon-fire, bon-gallery.

Good morning, how are you, Jerry?

How did you happen to get up before noon?

The most amazing alibi in the world.

I've been up all night.

And I thought our old friend Napoleon

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