Night After Night Page #3

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Well,Jerry, what am I | to say to all this?

You thought I was rich, didn't | you? I didn't think about it.

I was. | A month ago I lost it.

And I realize | - I'm going to be cruel, Dick. Go ahead.

I realize if I still had it, | I wouldn't marry you.

My money keeps me | in the race?

Now, I suppose you'll decide | the race by walking out on me.

No. I suppose | I ought to...

but, no.

Well, see me tomorrow.

Yes, I'll know then... | tomorrow.

- [ didn't finish my drink.! | - Shut up! Get out of here!

Wait a minute. | Don't throw him out.

Why not? | He's lonesome.

Say, you goin' daffy? I said, | don't throw him out. Take him out.

Suppose he don't want to be | taken? Then, leave him here.

You really want to stay here, eh? Yes.

Well, good night. | Good night, Dick.

You're crazy if you don't think | we're crazy about each other.

Are you going | to sweep me off my feet?

You'll never know | what hit you.

Umm. Where am I? I'm swept! Oh, shut up.

You're not leaving, Mr. Bolton? Yes,Joe.

Yes, he's off | in search of a broom.

A broom?

Yes, he's going | to be a sweeper.

I'm afraid | I don't get you.

Good night,Joe. | Good night, Mr. Bolton.

Good night, Mrs. Bolton. | Good night, Mr. Healy.

I'm afraid I- | You got me guessin' again.

Oh, a little gaiety | is all it means, Mr. Anton.

It's the influence of your | charming inn. Sit down.

Even the wine seems | more like wine.

Magic spreads | its wings afar.

Magic!

Yeah, that's the word.

Magic!

That's the way I feel. | Huh?

Everything looks different,

new, brand-new, | and shiny-like.

Get me? | No. Why does it?

Oh, I don't know, | but it does.

Well,

aren't you going to introduce | me to your friend?

Miss Healy, Miss Dawn. | How do you do?

I don't think I've | seen you around before.

This is my third visit.

You don't waste much time, | do you? Wait a minute, Iris.

She's right. | I have stayed too long.

Will you see that I get my | check? It's all paid for.

Oh, Mr. Bolton, | of course. Good night.

I'll see you to a cab, Miss | Healy. Don't bother, Mr. Anton.

It's no trouble at all, | I'm sure. Good night.

Wait a minute, Iris. | Let me go!

Come on, be a good sport. I'm not | a good sport, I'm a tough loser.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink. | You ain't lost nothin' yet.

No? And I'm not | gonna loose nothin', either.

He's mine, and no gal from | Park Avenue can take him away.

He's only showin' the gal to a | cab. He's tryin' to be polite.

Polite! A mug tryin' to | be a gentleman.

Now, listen. No cracks about him | or I'll punch you right in the nose.

Guy's got a right | to do what he wants.

What's got into him, Leo?

He ain't the same guy | anymore. I don't know.

He just wants | to injure himself, I guess.

Give us a couple of drinks, | Tom. Make mine a double.

Well, good night, | and thanks again.

Will I see you tomorrow? Tomorrow?

Yeah, you said you | wanted to see the house.

But why tomorrow? You're | not thinking of closing?

You never can tell. I have some friends | that may drop around any evening now.

Oh, friends, huh? Yeah,just | pals with a gun in each pocket.

You lead a happy life, don't you? Do I?

Um-hmm. | The pirates of today.

That's funny. I just finished | reading a pirate story.

They stole a lot of women in it.

Happy days!

Well, good night.

Tomorrow? | All right.

Dinner? | Why, all right.

You know, you have something | you must never lose.

Yeah, what? | Something different.

I don't know exactly | what it is. It's, well,

exciting.

Or, is it | my imagination?

Well, good night. | All right, driver.

Start with the hors d'oeuvres. | I want the Michigan celery.

But that is out of season. Get it!

Then assorted olives, | the, uh, California Jumbos,

and the Italian Palmeros.

In the center, | I want the antipasto.

Around the edges, | Italian salamis...

and in between, | plenty of Russian caviar.

Hello. Yeah,Joe.

Wait a minute and I'll see.

Did the squabs come yet? | Oui, Monsieur.

Yeah, they're here,Joe.

Huh?

All right. | He wants oyster dressin'.

Very well, | oyster dressing.

Yeah,Joe, everything's | coming along just lovely.

No. How many times I gotta tell | you it ain't time forJellyman yet?

Aw, she'll be here.

Hello, Miss Jellyman. | I'm glad you showed up today.

Well, don't [ always, | Mr. Anton?

Yes, but I wanted to see you so bad I was afraid | - Badly. Badly.

So badly I was afraid | you'd break a leg.

This sounds like | something special.

It's the most special night | of my life and I need you bad.

Badly. Badly. Let's | can that stuff a minute.

Sit down. I wanna tell | you something. Of course.

And now, tell me. There's a | lady coming to dinner tonight...

that I can't afford to pull any | boners with. Boners? Tsk, tsk.

I've got to make a hit with her, to | impress her. And you've got to help me.

Anything that I can do. You | must come to dinner with us.

To dinner? | Yeah.

Here? | Yeah.

Upstairs? I want her to feel | that you and I are old friends.

I want us to talk about things that'll | make her think I'm a big leaguer.

I getcha. Oh, heavens, did I say that?

Yeah, but don't say it tonight. I | want you to use all the ritz you got.

Oh, Mr. Anton, I have | never been so excited.

Imagine dining | in a speakeasy!

I wouldn't be able to go | through with it without you.

Just seeing you there would | steady me. I quite understand.

Now, what shall we talk | about tonight at dinner?

Because I shall have to leave | you and go home to dress.

And what shall I wear? | What shall I wear?

They look nice, don't | they? Oh, they're gorgeous.

Tony, the table is | exactly right, ain't it?

You're not gonna change | it again, are you?

What's the matter with you? | Don't you like it? Oh, I love it.

In fact, I've had | a lovely day,

and I'm charmed to have | met'n up with you!

Oh, Mr. Blainey.

I've always wondered | what it was like up here.

Here you are, Miss | Jellyman. Oh, thank you.

How do you do, Miss Jellyman? | Gee, you look great. Do I?

You bet you do. | Do I really?

Oh, I'm so excited. | This place is so wonderful.

It's like something out of a | book. Anything might happen here.

Aw, there's nothing much | goin' on.

Oh, but there is. There's | a smile on everyone's face.

How does the table look? | Lovely, but we don't need these.

Why not? | We can't see each other.

That's all right with me. | I don't want to be seen.

Oh, nonsense. | Jim!

How thoughtful of you, Mr. | Anton. These are beautiful.

Well? | Well?

Well? | I'm sorry.

Say, I was about- | No, don't say ''say.''

Look. If I want to be alone | with her after dinner,

I'll give you a high sign like | this, and that means you blow.

Blow? Blow what?

You leave us.

Oh, Mr. Anton, | do I have to go home?

No, no.

Spend the rest of the evening here. | Leo will get you another table.

Oh, I feel as though | I'm going to see life...

for the first time tonight.

I feel like I'm gonna get it in the neck. | I've never been so nervous in my life.

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