Mr. Deeds Goes to Town Page #31

LONGFELLOW:

(picking up a salt

shaker and examining

it)

Gold, eh?

BUTLER:

(as he continues

his puttering)

Yes, sir.

LONGFELLOW:

Fourteen carat?

BUTLER:

Yes, sir.

LONGFELLOW:

Is that the best you've got?

BUTLER:

Oh, yes sir.

LONGFELLOW:

(seizing on another

detail)

Those flowers are too high. Won't

be able to see her.

(lifts a bowl of

flowers off)

Get a smaller bowl, will you?

BUTLER:

(repeating his

command as he hands

the bowl to the

other butler)

A smaller bowl of flowers.

2ND BUTLER

(exiting with flowers)

Yes, sir. A smaller bowl of flowers.

LONGFELLOW:

(to butler)

Did you get that stuff I was telling

you about?

BUTLER:

Stuff, sir?

LONGFELLOW:

That goo. That stuff that tastes

like soap.

BUTLER:

Oh, yes, sir. Here it is, sir. The

pate de fois gras, sir.

LONGFELLOW:

Yeah, that's fine. Have a lot of

it because she likes it.

BUTLER:

Yes, sir.

The other butler returns with a small bowl of flowers which

he places in the center of the table.

LONGFELLOW:

Now you got the idea. Fine.

He sits in one of the chairs and leans forward in an

imaginary conversation with Babe - his lips move but we

hear nothing.

LONGFELLOW:

(motions to butler)

Sit over there, will you?

BUTLER:

Me sir?

LONGFELLOW:

Yes.

The butler sits.

LONGFELLOW:

Yes. You're too tall. Slink lower,

will you?

The butler does it.

LONGFELLOW:

More. Now forward.

They are practically nose to nose over the flowers.

BUTLER:

(seriously)

How is this, sir?

LONGFELLOW:

(rising)

Perfect! Perfect!

BUTLER:

I wish you luck, sir.

LONGFELLOW:

Thank you. Now don't touch a thing.

Leave everything as it is.

He hurries toward his bedroom.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BEDROOM

202. FULL SHOT

Longfellow enters.

LONGFELLOW:

(yelling)

Walter! Walter! Walter, where are

you?

Walter enters, panic-stricken.

WALTER:

Yes, sir. What is it, sir? Anything

happened3

MED. CLOSE SHOT

LONGFELLOW:

Anything happened? I've got to get

dressed! I can't meet her like

this!

WALTER:

But she isn't due for an hour,

sir.

LONGFELLOW:

An hour? What's an hour! You know

how time flies, Walter. My tie?

Get it.

WALTER:

Yes, sir. Very good, sir. Here it

is right here, sir. There, sir.

While putting it on, he sings "Humoresque" loudly and gaily.

204. MEDIUM SHOT

At this moment, Cobb bursts in - his face grim:

COBB:

Just as I suspected, wise guy! I

don't mind you making a sap out of

yourself - but you made one out of

me, too.

LONGFELLOW:

(to Walter - merrily)

Will you tell the gentleman I'm

not in?

COBB:

Mary Dawson, huh? Mary Dawson, my

eye. That dame took you for a sleigh

ride that New York will laugh about

for years. She's the slickest, two-

timing, double-crossing—

At the mention of the name, Longfellow turns for the first

time.

CLOSEUP - LONGFELLOW

His face goes livid, as Cobb's voice continues:

LONGFELLOW:

(between clenched

teeth)

What are you talking about?

206. MEDIUM SHOT

Longfellow has started out toward him. In two long strides,

Longfellow has grabbed Cobb by the shirt-front, ready to

strangle him.

COBB:

All right. Go ahead. Sock away,

and then try to laugh this off.

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