Mr. Smith Goes To Washington Page #35

DIZ:

Now, you've gone and let Don Quixote

in here again. I told you to keep

him out!

SAUNDERS:

Shut up, Diz.

DIZ:

(to waiter)

Mind, now! Keep Don Quixote out of

here!

The waiter backs away--shaking his head.

SAUNDERS:

And I got him all dressed up, too--

to go way up in a balloon--so they

can drop him a long way--make sure

they break his heart. Why, not all

the Boy Rangers in the world, working

night shifts, 'll be able to put

Humpty-Dumpty together again--

DIZ:

Now--how'd Humpty-Dumpty get in here?

SAUNDERS:

Do you know how I felt, Diz?

DIZ:

No. How'd you feel? Quick.

SAUNDERS:

Like a mother sending her kid off to

school for the first time--watchin'

the little fella toddling off--in

his best bib and tucker--and you

sink in the middle--hoping he can

stand up to the other kids--won't

get his feeling hurt--and--if you

could only spare him the knocks he's

gotta take--

(Catching herself)

Say--who started this?

DIZ:

*I'm* just waiting for a street car--

SAUNDERS:

Well--cut it out. See? Who *cares*

anyway?

DIZ:

I apologize.

SAUNDERS:

*All right*, then. After all, what's

it to me? So they *drop* him out of

a balloon. All I care is--I don't

want to be around. See? Squeamish.

See? That's what I am. No, sir. I

don't have to take it. Won't be a

party to no murder. I'm gonna quit.

I'm through.

DIZ:

Again? Good idea.

SAUNDERS:

Diz--

DIZ:

Yeah.

SAUNDERS:

How about getting married?

DIZ:

(same tone)

Good idea. When?

SAUNDERS:

Any time.

DIZ:

Tonight?

SAUNDERS:

Okay. You don't mind?

DIZ:

I'll cherish ya.

SAUNDERS:

You--you've been a good egg, Diz.

Maybe we could clear out of this

town--get to feel like *people*--get

the habit of lifting up our eyes--

live like we just got out of a tunnel.

DIZ:

(startled)

Tunnel?

SAUNDERS:

You've never seen prairie grass with

the wind leaning on it, have you,

Diz?

DIZ:

Is the wind tired out there?

SAUNDERS:

Or angry little mountain streams--

and cattle moving against the sun.

You haven't seen any of that, have

you, Diz?

DIZ:

Have *you*?

SAUNDERS:

No.

DIZ:

Do we *have* to?

SAUNDERS:

(flinging the mood

off)

No! I can't think of anything more

sappy!)

DIZ:

Well, let's get going.

SAUNDERS:

Where?

DIZ:

We're gonna get married.

SAUNDERS:

(getting her purse

and hat together)

Yeah--that's right. Diz--

DIZ:

What?

SAUNDERS:

I case you don't know--I want to

give ya a chance to back out if you

don't like it--

DIZ:

What?

SAUNDERS:

My first name's--Clarissa.

DIZ:

Yeah, I know. That's okay.

SAUNDERS:

Don't say "okay," Diz. Say you think

it's beautiful.

DIZ:

Okay--I mean--

SAUNDERS:

You don't know a name off-hand you

like better, do you, Diz?

DIZ:

(thinking)

No--not offhand--

SAUNDERS:

Nothing like--uh--Susan--or anything

like that, huh?

DIZ:

Susan? Nah!

SAUNDERS:

(breaking into Diz

violently)

I won't take it! See? I won't be

party to murder. See? Steering a

poor dope up blind alleys for that

grafting Taylor mob is low enough.

But helping that dame cut him up in

little pieces besides--nobody's gonna

make me do that. No, sir.

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