Neptune's Daughter Page #5

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- Oh, baby, don't hold out

- But it's cold outside

- Baby, it's cold outside

- You simply must go

- But, baby, it's cold outside

- The answer is no

- But, baby, it's cold outside

- The greeting has been

- You're lucky that I dropped in

- So nice and warm

- Look out the window at that storm

- Your sister will be suspicious

- Gosh, your lips look delicious

- Your brother will be there at the door

- Waves upon a tropical shore

- Your maiden aunt's mind is vicious

- Gosh, your lips are delicious

- Maybe just a cigarette more

- Never such a blizzard before

- You've got to go home

- But, baby, I'd freeze out there

- I'll lend you my comb

- It's up to my knees out there

- You've really been grand

- I thrill when you touch my hand

- But don't you see?

- How can you do this thing to me?

- There's bound to be talk tomorrow

- Think of your lifelong sorrow

- At least there will be plenty implied

- lf I caught pneumonia and died

- You really can't stay

- Get over that old doubt

- But it's cold outside

- Baby, it's cold outside

I called for Eve that night

and waited a couple of hours for her.

But she never showed.

Well, it was too early to go home,

so I dropped in at Cugie's.

The joint was really jumping.

I fought my way to the bar and sat down.

But this time I was smart.

This time, I stuck to the soft stuff.

Through the mirror I saw Lukie,

the owner of the club, bearing down.

I'm one of the few people who like Lukie.

Maybe he deals under the table

once in a while...

... but he always gave me

a square shuffle.

He tried to buy me a drink,

but I wasn't having any.

Then he asked me the $ 64 question:

Where's the mermaid tonight?

She stayed at home.

She has a little headache.

Too bad. Don't look natural

to see you here without her.

Well, I'll probably drop in

on the way home and see how she feels.

Well, you can save yourself a trip.

She's evidently feeling better.

- Nice-looking guy, if you like the type.

- And I don't.

Shall we?

- Do you know him?

- Only by reputation.

Jose O'Rourke,

the famous South American polo player.

A 10-goal man.

- That's good?

- You bet it's good.

He's the whole team. Subtract him...

...they haven't got a chance of winning.

- Winning what?

The big polo match at Middlebrook.

- Don't you read the papers?

- Only the race results.

Big game, eh? Any good bets around?

Lukie, this is a polo match,

strictly society stuff.

Fifty bucks is tops in the locker room.

Fifty bucks? That's birdseed.

I bet that on traffic signals.

So this guy is the whole works, eh?

Without him, they haven't got a chance?

- What else do you know about him?

- Nothing.

Except he's dynamite with the ladies,

undoubtedly out to feather his nest.

Right now, he's unfeathering mine.

You know, I never dreamed this morning

I'd hold you in my arms this evening.

The only reason

I'm in your arms this evening...

...is so my sister Betty won't be.

Oh, and all the time

I thought it was my charm.

Our song, remember?

Jose, how wonderful to see you again.

The minute I heard the music,

I thought of you.

Remember?

Lovely thing. The music.

Jose, darling, how cute of you

to have them play our song.

- Remember?

- l...

He has it played at the drop of a senorita.

Let's sit down, shall we?

Senor O'Rourke.

- She just said that...

- I know.

"Our song. Remember?"

I'm sorry, senor,

but this is a table for two.

This was a table for two.

Mr. O'Rourke, Mr. Backett.

- Mr. Backett is a dear and old friend.

- Very old.

- I aged 10 years waiting for you.

- Joe, please, I'll explain later.

- Why should you?

- Well, Mr. Backett is my partner.

Well, it's a wonder you're not bankrupt.

Please, no.

Now, look, I happen to have a date

with Miss Barrett this evening...

...and I don't want anybody to annoy her.

I had a date with Miss Barrett first,

and who's annoying her?

You both are. Now, please, sit down.

- I'm sorry, senorita, I apologize.

- Well, I don't.

And there are a few other things

I'd like to say.

Say them to me on the dance floor, then.

Come on. Excuse us, please.

What do you mean

by creating such a scene?

"Creating a scene," she says.

She stands me up last night.

I call for her tonight, she's not there.

No message, nothing.

I come to the Casa Cugat

alone, friendless.

- And sit in the bar.

- I had nothing but salted peanuts!

I wonder, worry, I grieve.

- I'm just about to call the morgue.

- Oh, Joe...

When in she comes

on the arm of a professional guest.

- Jose is not a professional guest.

- Wait till the check comes around.

I go to your table.

I sit down like a gentleman.

This mallet-wielder insults me.

I try to defend myself

and I'm accused of creating a scene?

- Joe, please.

- Doesn't our business...

...our friendship, mean more to you

than this Romeo from the Amazon?

Joe, I can explain,

if you'll let me get a word in.

- He's not a Romeo, he's...

- Oh, really?

The man means absolutely nothing to me.

The reason I came out with him...

...was to keep him away from Betty,

and he knows that.

She's crazy about him.

She would follow him

right across the border...

...if I didn't nip this thing in the bud.

- Now, do you understand?

- Knowing your sister, I'd say maybe.

And you're not going to see him again?

- No, of course not.

- Good. Let's get out of here.

You've got a busy day

at the office tomorrow.

Well, Joe, it's early yet,

and I can't just walk out...

Take me home, Joe.

Get my things, would you, please?

So this will be

the best game of the season.

- Now...

- Excuse me.

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

- Don't let it bother you.

- Of course not.

Know anything about polo?

- What's his first name?

- No, no, it's a game.

Very fast. Played with a mallet and a ball.

- Oh, you mean croquet.

- No, you dope.

Now, listen, and get this straight.

Go out to the Middlebrook Country Club

tomorrow...

...and pick up a polo player

named Jose O'Rourke.

- Bring him here.

- Suppose he don't wanna come?

Persuade him.

You know, boss, sometimes

I hardly know what you mean.

Hey, Julio, is Jose O'Rourke around?

Oh, no, senor. He is out on the polo field.

He will be back soon, I think.

Well, I'll wait in the...

- He's pretty good, ain't he?

- Oh, that is nothing, senor.

- Come out here, I show you a good trick.

- Really?

Hey, Gonzales.

- What's he gonna do?

- Knock the cigarette out of your mouth...

...with the whip.

- Out of whose mouth?

- Oh, do not be afraid, senor.

He never misses. With one flip of

the whip, he will cut the cigarette in half.

Yeah? I'll make it easier for him. There.

Okay, he do it with half a cigarette.

- Are you sure he can do this trick?

- Sure.

- He does it with my brother all the time.

- Yeah?

I'd like to see him

do it with your brother first.

Okay. Hey, No Nose!

No Nose? I'll see you in the tack room.

Hey, Pancho,

where does Jose O'Rourke hang out?

The tack room.

Gee, thanks, Mr. O'Rourke.

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