My Sister Eileen Page #4

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I don`t know.

If I had a job she`d keep house for me.

Well, we`ll be down a little later

and talk it over,

-`cause we`ve got to know by tonight.

-Know what?

Watch me nail this guy.

Get out of here, you ragamuffins.

I know where you can put that.

-Are you there, Eileen?

-Hello, Ruth. Any luck?

Terrific. I met an editor and the owner

of a whole magazine chain.

Why, Ruth, you`re in!

Yes, they got me in to throw me out.

What about you?

I had the most exciting day.

I was in the outer waiting room

of Wallace Productions.

-Now you`re getting someplace.

-And I met this man, Mr. Clark,

a newspaperman on the Globe,

and what do you think?

What?

He interviewed me.

-But did you get in to see Mr. Wallace, dear?

-Well, no.

But don`t you see? If I wait till this interview

comes out, Mr. Wallace will come to see me,

and so will all the other producers.

That was Mr. Clark`s advice, I gather.

And I told him all about you,

and he seemed very interested.

So interested in me

he can`t wait to get you alone, huh?

Don`t be silly. He`s going to

speak to his city editor about you.

Well, from here on it`s clear sailing.

What`ve we got for dinner?

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Haven`t we polished that off yet?

-Hello, young ladies. How`s everything?

-What do you hear from your other tenants?

-Hey, those are my manuscripts.

-This is more important.

-What about the shade for that window?

-Please, not until after my exhibit.

I am giving a one-man show

on my paintings,

a complete exhibition

of the art of Appopolous.

Complete from A to B?

I`m warning you, l`m taking that painting

in a few days so prepare yourselves.

We`ll hang the Sunday funnies up there.

You must forgive Eileen, Mr. Appopolous.

I keep telling her not to confuse the artist

with his personality,

but she still thinks you`re a jerk.

Well, I suppose it is a result of

the general world hysteria.

Good day, young ladies.

Keep writing, keep acting.

Where art is concerned, don`t never give up.

``Keep writing, keep acting.`` He certainly

knows just where to plunge the knife.

Ruth, we ought to have something

for dessert.

You`re dressed.

Would you go down to the bakery?

Let`s skip dessert, dear.

But we can`t, dear.

There`s a man coming for dinner.

-Who? What man?

-Frank Lippincott.

-Now, who is Frank Lippincott?

-Didn`t I tell you about that boy

who manages the National Drug Store

on 44th Street?

Nope.

Frank`s a very nice boy.

He didn`t let me pay my lunch check.

Eileen, why don`t you wander

into The Ritz someday?

And I wanted you to meet him, Ruth,

so when you`re in the neighborhood,

you can have your lunch there, too.

I have a feeling that before long

that drug store`s going to be

under new management.

Don`t be silly. As long as you`re going, Ruth,

you might just as well

cash in these six milk bottles.

You know, it`s wonderful

the way you manage with only one maid.

Yes?

-Hello.

-Yes?

Hot, isn`t it?

Effie home?

I`m afraid you`ve got the wrong apartment.

That`s all right. I know Effie very well.

Well, I don`t. Now if you don`t get out

of here l`m going to call the police.

They won`t put me out.

I`m an air-raid warden.

All right, you asked for it.

Now you`re going to get it.

Mr. Loomis, Mr. Loomis, Mr. Loomis.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-Hot, isn`t it?

-Yeah, yeah, it is.

I hope you don`t mind spaghetti

and meatballs.

Love it.

Would you mind getting me

a glass of water?

Not at all. It`s a pleasure.

-Now we`ll soon see, Mr. Smarty.

-l`m afraid it`s not very cold.

-Don`t give him anything.

-What?

-He`s nobody.

-You mean he`s not the drug store?

-No, of course not.

-Then who is he?

I don`t know.

He just walked in, and he won`t go away.

Make him go away, Ruth.

-Now you go away.

-No.

-Be careful. He`s an air-raid warden.

-Where`s his sand and shovel?

I don`t care what he is. You get out of here

and stop bothering my sister. Go on.

No.

What`s the trouble, girls?

This man walked in here,

and he won`t go away.

Hey, what`s the idea of crashing in

on these girls?

Now don`t get yourself excited.

It`s just a mistake.

You bet it`s a mistake. Now get moving.

Very well. Good afternoon.

You`re the hairiest landlady I ever saw.

-Why, you...

-Thank you, Mr. Loomis.

-I don`t know what we would have done.

-Well, that`s all right.

Helen! Oh, Helen!

Eileen.

Are you sure

you never met that man before?

Don`t be silly.

He was looking for a girl named Effie.

Say, Wreck, is there an Effie in this place?

There used to be.

She used to live in this studio

before you girls moved in.

She was some kind of a medium,

used to give psychic readings or something.

I hope she didn`t leave any trumpets

or tambourines floating around.

-What happened, Wreck?

-Everything`s all right, honey.

Girls, this is my wife.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

-Have you asked the girls about it yet, dear?

-Well, not yet, baby.

Well, there isn`t much time,

and we`ve got to get it settled.

Yeah. Well, you see, it`s like this.

Helen`s mother is going to visit her,

which kind of straight-arms me

right out into the alley.

-Haven`t you enough room?

-Well, we could make room,

only, you see, Helen`s mother doesn`t know

that we`re married.

And l`m afraid to tell her,

because the Wreck isn`t working now.

But I start to work just as soon as

the professional football season opens.

So we thought that in the meantime

you two girls wouldn`t mind

putting me up in your kitchen.

-What?

-You mean sleep in our kitchen?

He won`t be in your way, really.

You`d feel a lot safer with the Wreck around,

and he`s awfully handy.

-Why, he can clean up, and he irons swell.

-Yeah, but no washing, that`s woman`s work.

But... You see... What about a hotel?

-We haven`t got a cent.

-No.

Well, maybe we could do it for one night.

Hey, wait a minute,

we`re crowded enough as it is.

Thank you, girls. You don`t know

how much you`re helping us.

Gee, that`s swell.

I`ll get my stuff together right away.

-I know, but you see...

-Thanks again, girls.

Something tells me you weren`t

quite ready to leave Columbus.

That must be Frank.

Let him in, will you, Ruth?

-l`ve got to change my dress.

-What`s that guy`s last name again?

-Lippincott.

-Lippincott.

And remember, Ruth, he`s a very nice boy.

Please be careful.

Who am l? Tugboat Annie?

Come in.

Gee, l...

-l`m sorry. I didn`t know there were any...

-That`s all right.

Everybody does that. You`re Mr. Lippincott.

Yes. Yeah,

and I guess you`re Eileen`s sister.

I can see a family resemblance all right.

-l`m very flattered.

-Of course, you`re a different type.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Do sit down, Mr. Lippincott.

Dear sister`s just freshening up a bit.

She`ll be out in a minute.

-Ruth.

-Yes, Sister, what is it, dear?

-l`ll be out in a minute.

-You see, I wasn`t lying.

Eileen`s been telling me

about your drug store.

Has she?

-I understand you have awfully good food.

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