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wonderful people this season as usual.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

There's some awful nice people here.

Of course, a rich resort like Miami

also gets some that ain't so nice.

- Really?

- Sure, they just come down here

to chisel, that's all.

Uh, just what are these people

you seem so much against?

Fortune hunters, gold diggers.

Yes, and if there's anything in life

I hate, it's gold diggers.

But I can spot 'em. I can spot fortune

hunters the minute I see them. Like that.

- You can?

- I certainly can.

And, uh, all the gold diggers

ain't women.

Well, maybe-

Well, I was thinking-

- Maybe you could help me.

- Me?

Yeah, you bet.

I could steer you straight.

When you're mingling with rich people

who wouldn't be after your money...

I'll give you the okay.

But if I see you in danger of any of

those chiselers, I'll signal keep clear.

- And you'll do it. Promise?

- I promise.

Well, I guess I'd better be

getting back to the party.

If you want anything,

just ask forJack, bar service.

- Thanks very much, Jack.

I'll depend on you.

- You're welcome.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

Oh, uh, "walla-maca"?

- Guacamala.

- Guacamala.

I'll open the door

for you.

- You'll be seein' me.

- I hope so.

How am I doin'?

Will you connect me

with Mr. Bolton, please?

- Kay, what are you doing?

- I'm going to that party.

But- But rich girls don't invite themselves

to parties. Hang up, Kay.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Bolton, please.

Miss Katherine Latimer calling.

- Barbara's right. That's a crazy thing to do.

- Is it? Just keep listening.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Bolton.

Miss Latimer.

Yes, I just arrived today. Bungalow "C".

Just can't throw yourself at him.

No, no. We've never met.

I would like to thank you

for that champagne you sent, Mr. Bolton...

except that, well,

it was pretty awful.

Mmm. Flat.

He's gasping too.

I thought you

might want to know.

I don't imagine you intentionally

send people anything so inferior.

What?

Tonight?

Well, possibly. If you come over

right away. I-I was going to retire.

But, well, I just hate

to go to sleep when I'm upset.

Very well. Bungalow "C". Yes.

- I knew it'd work!

- Yippee!

Come on. We've got to get these dresses

out of here. Susan, straighten your apron.

Barbara, your glasses.

I don't want you to look better.

Better worry about

what he'll look like.

Must be an awful drip if he's that rich

and nobody's bothered to grab him off.

He's probably something I wouldn't

even marry, and I'd marry almost anybody.

- How's my hair? Is it all right?

- Oh, it's fine, honey.

Oh, Susan,

fix my shoe.

- Oh, there he is. Let him in

and then announce him.

I'll bet he's got no teeth.

- Good luck, darling.

- Thanks.

- Oh, my book. Where is it?

- Your book!

Miss Latimer's expecting me.

I'm Mr. Bolton.

Oh, uh, won't you come in?

Thanks.

- Uh, Miss Latimer?

- Why, no. I'm- I'm Miss

Latimer's secretary.

Mmm. Well, I must

have a secretary sometime.

- I'll tell Miss Latimer you're here.

- Oh, thanks. Thanks.

- Oh, uh, she'll be out in just a minute.

- Fine.

Oh, you've got

an awful shock coming.

- New low?

- Wait till you see him.

A broken-down lounge.

Well, I got you two into this,

so I'll try and be brave.

- Uh, Miss Latimer?

- Yes.

- Mr. - Mr. Bolton?

- Yes.

I was just giving

the culprit a trial.

No wonder you gave such a going-over

on the phone. It is pretty bad, isn't it?

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll forgive you, if you'll forgive me.

Mmm, we might be able to work out

something along those lines.

- Say, why don't you come over

to the party and work it out?

- Oh, no. I couldn't possibly.

- What time is it?

- Time?

Oh, don't ask me that. Here in Miami,

it's just light at first...

and then it's dark,

and then it's just light again.

Well, what do you-What do you say?

Won't you come over?

- Maybe I will come over, for a little while.

- Oh, fine.

- Good night, Barbara.

- Good night, Miss Latimer.

Any appointments Miss Latimer may have had

for tomorrow are now purely tentative.

- I'll check with you later.

- Don't forget.

- Good night.

- I won't. Good night.

- Good night, Susan.

- Good night.

Well, we're off!

Uh, what do people call you, Miss Latimer,

when they get to know and love you?

- I imagine the process

is more or less automatic.

- Kay.

Kay? Okay, Kay.

I'll pretend I didn't hear it

on account of the music.

- Sounds terrific.

- Oh, just a few friends that dropped in.

Just a few friends

that dropped, period.

You want to meet some of them?

I'll wake 'em up.

Oh, no. Not now. They look so peaceful.

Let's not disturb them.

I know what you must think. They're really

just exhausted. They're still alive out here.

- Hello, Jeff.

- Hello, Martha.

- Miss Latimer, Miss Winton.

- How do you do?

- Hello, Miss Latimer.

- Having a good time?

- Oh, fine.

- Good.

Think they'd do their sleeping at home,

wouldn't you?

I'm sorry.

Come on. On your first night

here, you wouldn't want to delve

into Miami's seamier side.

- Don't like him?

- Yeah, I like him all right,

when he's asleep.

Oh, Miss Mason,

I'd like you to meet Miss Latimer.

- Miss Latimer, Miss Mason.

- How do you do?

- And Mr. Mason.

- How do you do, Mr. Mason?

May I bring you a touch of wine,

Mr. McNeil?

No. No, no. Just bring me

a little sleep, that's all.

All right, sir.

This is Mr. Henderson. Mr. Henderson's

an old friend of mine from Santa Barbara.

- And, uh, Mr. Burns. And Miss Bryan.

- Jack.

- Yes, sir.

- What's the idea, all this thumb stroke?

Oh, that. That's for Miss Latimer,

the young lady with Mr. Bolton.

You see, she's very rich,

and it's sort of up to me to protect her.

Are they leaving?

What's up, Oscar?

You going?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bolton. The union won't

allow us to play longer than 16 hours.

Oh. When's the next

shift come on?

The other band oughta

be here any minute.

- Sorry.

- It's all right.

Oh, Jeff. Don't tell me we aren't

gonna have any more music!

- Life can't do this to us!

- Yes, Connie. It's an

awfully tough situation.

Oh, excuse me.

Miss Latimer, Miss Fentress.

- How do you do?

- And Mr. Lester.

Jeff, be a gallant lad

and give us a little music.

I don't deserve the ordeal

of a lull with Lester.

Well, uh, personally, I wouldn't mind

a little lull with Miss Latimer.

Oh. Oh, no. No lull

and no Miss Latimer for you, son.

You'll get your music, Connie.

Dance this wolf off to the tall timber.

- Make it something soft and dreamy, huh?

- All right.

You started something

Yes, you did

But you didn't even try to

You smiled, and my heart

began to fly to the moon

You started something

Yes, you did

But you didn't even know it

And now, I'm as wacky

as a poet

In June

I believe in fairy tales

I believe in Santy Claus

I believe

that dreams come true

I do, because

You started something

Yes, you did

But you didn't know what I knew

I knew right away

that you were my new romance

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