Man's Favorite Sport? Page #9
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- 1964
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All right. Hurry up. Okay. Bye.
We hear you are second in the
tournament, Mr. Willoughby.
Yeah, I was lucky. Would
you like a drink out here?
Yes, thank you very much.
I'd like that.
Vodka martini
on the rocks.
- Make it two of'em.
- Yes, sir.
Oh, congratulations, Roger.
You had a great day.
Or is that the usual?
The unusual.
Keep it up.
I'm betting on you.
Oh, Roger, we are so proud
of you! We're all excited!
Abby just couldn't believe
it. You know what she said? No.
She said, "I knew
Roger could do it." Hmm?
Well, she said it.
Doesn't sound like her.
Oh, are you still
mad at her? Why?
Because of what
she said to Tex.
meant to make trouble.
Trouble? That girl
is a walking disaster.
Every time I'm near her,
something awful happens.
Is that why you,
why you kissed her?
What? When?
Last night.
She asked me to. She doesn't
know what she's doing. She did?
Oh, Roger, do you always know
what you're doing? Of course I do!
And last night
you kissed her.
Well, I'd hardly
call it a kiss.
That's what Abby said,
but you did kiss her.
Yes, I did! You see, that's a beginning.
Oh, uh, two drinks.
Are you expecting somebody?
Is Tex coming?
Yes, she is.
Well, then I better
make it quick.
We were talking about...
You kissed Abby.
And I say this is some kind of a
beginning, isn't it? Beginning? Of what?
Don't you know what
psychiatrists say? No.
The love impulse,
Love impulse!
Especially in a male, shows
itself first in conflict.
That's probably why Abby
and you fight all the time.
What? Are you nuts?
You're as crazy as she is!
But, Roger, after all
we have done for you!
And Abby worked so hard
to teach you how to...
You catch one fish, and now
Oh, it just makes me mad!
Uh, Easy, wait.
Roger, I don't want
to talk to you. I'm mad!
Don't turn around! Just stand
still. Take off your hands!
What's the matter with you?
Feel the back of your dress.
What?
Your dress.
Oh, Roger, did you do that?
Of course I didn't do it. You must
have caught it on the back of the chair.
Well, do something about it,
but don't go away. I won't.
We've got to get out of
here. We'll just walk.
Okay. Right. Now, start
with your right foot. Ready?
Willoughby! I want
to tell you something.
Willoughby!
Ah, there, Willoughby,
I've been looking for you.
I'll be with you
in a minute, Cadwalader.
I'm afraid that boy's
in trouble again.
Phew! I thought we'd never get
out of there. Let me have a look.
I can't see here.
Let's go to the light.
Better hurry up.
Somebody's liable to come along.
Roger, I think
this thing is stuck.
Do you think you can
fix it? Yeah, let me try.
Roger, you better hurry.
I think... I am hurrying!
Roger, somebody is coming! Oh, my tie!
Wait a minute!
As soon as we get to...
Well, Roger, just how
do you explain this?
Well, Tex, I... Every time I see you,
you're up to your neck in zippers.
It was an accident. My...
She sat in a wicker chair...
And you just got your tie
caught in her zipper.
I tell you,
it was an accident.
I don't want to marry a man who
has as many accidents as you do.!
Good-bye, Roger!
And don't bother to call me.
Get this tie
out of here.
Uh, I... I...
You...
fish!
Major Phipps, four pounds,
three ounces. Good, good, good.
Congratulations, Major.
That's high for the day so far.
All right, dig in your pocket,
Skaggs. Come on. Pay up!
I'll give you the $50, but if you
mention that book, I'll make you eat it.
What about, Willoughby?
What did he do?
He hasn't checked in yet.
There's still 20 minutes left.
beat him? I led yesterday.
You want to bet on today?
Sure, I do. Certainly.
All right, between you and Willoughby,
I'll bet... Here comes Willoughby now.
What kind ofluck
did you have, Willoughby?
Oh, just fair.
Hey!
Wow! Fair, he said.
You still want to bet?
Roger Willoughby,
four pounds, eight ounces.
Congratulations, Willoughby! Fine work.
You two are
out in front again.
Only, Willoughby, now you lead the
major by... what is it... three or two.
Two ounces.
I'm sorry, Major.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm tickled to be that close.
Two ounces isn't much of a lead.
I might make it up tomorrow.
You might just do that.
I'll see you.
You want to bet on
tomorrow? Against Willoughby?
What for? I make
enough money off you.
Hi there.
Hmm.
Well, now, that is
an enthusiastic greeting.
I was gonna ask you a question.
I think I'll ask anyway.
Did you ever dream that on the
second day of the tournament,
you'd be in first?
Now that's
an intelligent question.
I thought you'd say
something like that.
How did you
catch that fish?
You didn't tell me about the
first one. How'd you get this one?
I was climbing up a tree... Oh, please,
don't give me that stuff about the bird.
You're not gonna answer me, are you? No.
Why? What's the matter, Roger? Nothing.
Let me have another drink. Oh, no,
thanks. I don't really care for one.
You're sure? Positive. Is it Tex?
You couldn't convince her,
could you? Not in two words.
What? What two words? "Hello, Tex."
Then she hung up.
Did you call her back?
Four times. "Hello, Tex."
Hang up. "Hello, Tex."
I couldn't get past "Hello, Tex."
Now she's gonna have to call me.
Oh, she will. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Yes, sir, she'll make up
some kind of an excuse.
"Roger, did you all leave your
cigarette lighter in my apartment?
Oh, you didn't? Well, I guess it was
some other gentleman caller then."
She'll make you
call her back somehow.
She's gonna have to wait
a long time.
How many drinks
have you had, Roger?
Confucius say, "Woman who stick
nose in other people's drink...
is liable
to get it punched."
Confucius also say that fisherman who
have too many martinis only catch olive.
I suppose you're right.
Let me have a check, please.
Come on.
I'll walk you home.
I hate domineering females.
I'll walk you home.
Okay.
Roger?
Hmm?
You know last night when
Easy's dress came unzipped?
Did you tell her that
you thought I was crazy?
Yes, I did.
I was kind of upset by the
way everything was happening.
Mm-hmm. Well, it's all
right. I don't mind.
After all the trouble
I've made for you,
I don't blame you
if you don't like me.
Oh, it isn't I don't
like you, Abigail.
Matter of fact, there are
times... What kind of times?
Times when I find you...
strangely attractive.
"Strangely attractive?"
What do you mean?
What's "strangely attractive?"
Well, like a bird
watching a snake.
Now I'm a snake. That's good.
I didn't mean it like that. I
mean it's... kind of a fascination.
I never know what you're
gonna do next. Oh, yeah?
It's like living on the
slopes of a live volcano.
Oh, well, I like being a live
volcano better than being a snake!
That's a pretty good line,
Roger. I mean you're exciting.
Oh, Roger, you mean there are
times when you like me? Yes!
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