Love Before Breakfast Page #6

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Russian deal getting along? So-so.

I guess you must be terribly anxious

to get it settled. Not particularly.

Bad business rushing

that sort of thing.

Heard anything from Bill lately?

Hmm?

Bill. Any news?

Why, no. Nothing unusual.

I finally got that letter off

to him though. What letter?

Oh, I've been trying to write him

for days, telling him about us. Oh.

I wrote and rewrote it a dozen times. It was

the most difficult thing I ever had to do.

You think he'll take it badly? Well, naturally,

getting a letter like that isn't very pleasant.

I feel horrible about it.

Well, you needn't.

Bill's not going to

get that letter, Kay.

He's on his way home. He's on

his way home? He's coming back?

Yes. I sent for him. I've wanted to

talk to you about it for several days.

What happened?

Bill hasn't done anything, has he?

No. As a matter of fact, he's going to work

for us here. Well, why bring him home now?

I'm giving him back to you, Kay.

Strange, isn't it? Particularly

after the battle I put up.

It's amazing how little a man

really knows about himself.

I wanted you so badly that I thought the

fact you didn't love me wouldn't matter.

But I was wrong. It does matter.

What are you driving at, Scott?

I once had an idea

I was a pretty tough hombre.

Ride roughshod over anything

or anybody to get what I wanted.

Well, I got it, but it's no go.

I discovered I was, well,

just plain human.

My vanity's been hurt, Kay,

and it's screaming its head off.

I don't want to marry a woman

who's in love with someone else.

There's something wrong here, Scott.

I can't believe you're just

handing me back to Bill.

You're not given to gestures like that.

You're right. I'm not. Just

gambling again. Gambling on what?

That in time you'll get Bill

out of your system. Oh, I see.

I may be wrong, but I've always had a notion

that you're not really in love with Bill.

That it was just an idea

you were clinging to.

So I thought that if I brought him back

- I'd get tired of him. Is that it?

I'd realize I'm a stupid brat who

doesn't know her own mind. Kay, don't-

Meet Kay Colby, the human

guinea pig. That's silly.

Still pushing buttons, aren't you?

Still running the world.

It never occurred to you to consult me, did it? You

toy around with a man's career as if he were a puppet.

But I haven't hurt him.

Now you're doing the same to me.

That's a big mistake, Scott, because

I refuse to be a puppet in your show.

I'll see Bill. I'll see plenty of him.

Thank you for sending him back to me.

Wait a minute, Kay.

Will you listen to me?

Kay. Kay!

Kay! What's happened, Scott?

Come in, Brinkie.

You want to see me, Scott? Brinkie, do you think

you could run this office for a month or so?

Why, certainly. Anyone could run this

- I mean, yes, of course. Why?

Oh, I think I'll get away for a while.

Europe. The Orient. Anywhere.

You can't get her off your mind by running

away. Look. I'll tell you what to do.

You've already told me what to do. I

brought Wadsworth back at your suggestion.

I still think it's a good idea. Yeah. Swell. He

arrived this morning, and look. Right back in my lap.

And now she's right back in his, eh?

Exactly.

Perfect feminine psychology. She'll fight you

every step of the way. She's that kind of a girl.

And now that we're on the subject, you're that kind

of a fellow. Neither one of you will give an inch.

Well, we've certainly made a fine mess

of things. Not at all. You're goin' great.

Now all you got to do

is follow up.

I tell you. The girl loves you. Mm-hmm.

You don't think she cares anything

about this Wadsworth, do you?

Now the smart thing to do

is just what she doesn't expect.

Instead of being sore about him,

uh, take the opposite tack.

Make him your pal. Build him

up. Give him a better job.

Take every obstacle out of their way, so she

can't have the slightest excuse not to marry him.

And then watch her squirm.

How do you know

so much about women?

I'm a bachelor.

Oh, this is all too complicated, Bill.

Let's just have scotch and soda.

Cordon Rouge, 1926.

You can't celebrate the return of the prodigal

with scotch and soda. It's gotta be champagne.

All right, Prodigal.

Mr. Prodigal to you.

You are glad I'm back,

aren't you, honey?

Of course I'm glad. You remember

me. I'm the gal you left behind.

Well, then let's celebrate right.

All right.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. They doubled

my salary today. Doubled your salary?

Oh, that's marvel

- What do you mean they doubled your salary? For what?

Don't you think I'm worth it or

something? When did this happen?

They told me about it this afternoon. Oh, he

did, did he? You didn't accept it, of course.

Accept it?

Say, what's the matter with you?

Do you mean to tell me you'd

take anything from Scott Miller?

Why not? He's my boss, isn't he?

Just because you got tight one night and promised to marry him

- I wasn't tight.

Well, it's all over anyway. There's no reason

why I shouldn't accept the raise from him.

Come on. Let's dance.

Gosh, honey. I thought you were gonna

be tickled to death I got a raise.

Now we can plan on getting married

right away. Yes. I suppose we can,

but I still wish you were

working for somebody else.

Why are you so sore at Scott Miller?

He's been swell to me.

Oh, Bill, you're mad!

You're such a glorious maniac!

Oh, there's Scott Miller and

the countess. Really? Where?

Hello.

Hello there. Kay, how are you?

Fine.

You remember the contessa.

Yes. Of course. Hello. And

Billy, lamb. How are you, darling?

Swell,Janey. I'm glad to see you

again. Isn't it fun here tonight?

Yes. Isn't it?

Let's have a drink together.

We'd love to.

Fine. See you later.

All right.

"Billy, lamb. " You do all

right on boats, don't you?

Okay. You can't play deck tennis

all the time. You've gotta mix.

Well, then maybe you better

stay off the water.

All right, honey. Anything you say. From

now on, I'm off water. Nothing but champagne.

To us, darling.

My joys will be your joys.

And your troubles

will be my troubles.

Oh, but I haven't any troubles.

Wait till you marry me.

Oh, waiter. Another bottle.

Right away, sir. Come on, honey.

Drink up. Let's get under way.

Yes. Way under.

What's the matter, honey? We're out to

be happy and laugh and enjoy ourselves.

Yes. I know. Well, then let's

do it. This is our reunion.

We don't seem to be having as much fun as

we used to. I am. I'm having a lot of fun.

And I got a swell idea

for the weekend too.

Bob Metcalf wants us to go out

on his boat. I don't like boats.

But you know the Metcalfs. They're a

million laughs. I still don't like boats.

Ye-

With Mr. Miller's compliments.

Well! Is that so? Well, you can send it

back to Mr. Miller with our compliments.

No, wait. We can't do that, Kay.

He's my boss. Well, he's not my boss.

We're not gonna get anywhere by insulting

him. So I found out over a period of months.

Uh, what'll I do, sir?

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