Night After Night Page #5

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And I'm not | your dear girl.

Pardon me.

Hey, wait a minute! You might | as well get used to me...

because I'm gonna be your | companion for the rest of the night.

Throw her out. You | mean, ''take'' her out.

I mean throw her out | and keep her out.

Come on, Iris. I want | to talk to you. Huh?

Hey, you! | No cracks.

Have you been looking | at this room? Oh, yes.

That's what you get | for lovin' a guy: the air.

It's got nothin' | to do with me.

Don't throw me out, Leo. Sorry, | Iris. I gotta do what I'm told.

If I promise you I won't make no trouble, | let me stay. He won't know I'm here.

Aw, Leo, don't throw me | out. Orders is orders.

Yeah, but I swear I won't do | nothin'. I wouldn't lie to you, Leo.

I'll go crazy out there | on the street. Please!

I'm liable to get into a | jam. No, I give you my word.

I won't do anything | to get you in a jam.

Well- | Thanks!

Hey, Leo, | that newspaper guy,

the one who writes the | columns, says he's gotta get in.

He's gonna stay out. Joe don't want | him in here. He squeals on everybody.

Going home, Iris? | Maybe.

Not the one thatJohn knows? Yes.

What did he do?

Is this the room? Yes.

What do you know | about that?

Only my bed | wasn't there.

It was over here... | Yeah?

by the window.

And some nights, the | moonlight used to sneak in.

I made believe | it was a sea.

My hand was a boat. | Yeah.

I can just see | you doin' it.

Gee!

I never saw | so many pictures.

Ain't they | swell?

I had one | over there.

Only one? Uh-huh. A | Rembrandt lithograph.

Did you ever see anything | like mine? No, I never did.

I got | 18 of'em.

I could have got the other | seven, only I was a day late.

Perhaps it's | just as well.

What do | you want?

You! Nobody turns me down! Nobody!

Get over there, | Miss Park Avenue.

Come on down,Joe.

Near enough?

The show don't go on without | me. If I'm not in it...

you don't play.

That's right, go on | and gasp, Miss Park Avenue.

You're going to see a show | you don't see on Park Avenue.

Well, well, if it isn't | Iris, the little gun girl!

Say your prayers,Joe.

Dear little Iris | with her water pistol.

['m afraid you're going to | see a rotten show, Miss Healy.

Yeah? I'll give you | ten seconds to say your prayers.

So soon? Give us | a square count, will you.

Sure. I'll start right now. One, two,

three,

four, five,

six. | Don't hit her, Leo!

Oh, leave me alone.

Well, well, your little show is over. | Didn't I tell you it would be terrible?

Oh,Joe, I'm sorry. | I didn't mean it, honest.

Did I hear a shot? Yeah, the playmate | was trying out her water pistol.

Why, you lying little rat! | Double-cross me, huh?

I've got a good mind to | throw you out the window.

Don't do that. | She might be lonesome.

Come on. Get goin', get goin'.

All right. We're all | washed up, Mr. High Hat.

I wouldn't walk across | the street to see you!

I'm awfully sorry | that this had to happen.

I'm not. I loved it. Pirate!

You gone daffy? Get away from that | window before you get moon burned.

When you can't sleep, | nobody else can, is that it?

She kissed me! | You told me that before!

I'm tellin' you again. | You don't mind, do you?

I'm a little tired, | but I don't mind.

She kissed me. She must | love me. How do you know?

Because she kissed me, | and a kiss is a kiss, ain't it?

I don't know anything about them | women. What do you mean, ''them women''?

Maybe they kiss because | they like it. They love it.

All right, maybe they love | it, but not the guy they kiss.

What do they kiss him | for? They love to kiss.

What do you know?

You're right. | Nobody ever kisses me.

- I bet you ten bucks you never see her again. | - You're on!

Yeah, I'm on, | and you're off your nut!

Hey, Puggie! | Yeah?

Bring on the bromo | seltzer, will you? Okay.

Ohh!

No sir, there's nothing | like your own bed.

You said it. Well, it ain't | goin' to happen again.

Ooh. You think | I might've caught cold?

No, it's only a kink.

Are you sure | it ain't a cold?

No. What's | the matter?

You gettin' to be one of | those ''hypocrondicracks''?

Are you studyin' | with that teacher too?

Hey, Puggie, can you imagine | that guy worryin' about a cold?

Come in.

There you are, Mabel.

Oh, Leo. Put it right over there, honey.

What'd I tell you, Mabel? | You can always depend on Leo.

How long you two dames | goin' to stay in here?

My dear young man, that's a very | difficult question to answer.

Well, I gotta have | this bed tonight!

Lovely boy.

The price of pleasure.

Come on, dearie, stick | this under your belt.

What is it? Never mind what it is.

It'll put you right back on your feet.

I shall never stand on | my feet again. Atta girl!

Conscious now, dearie? Ah.

This'll | do it, honey.

Chemistry's | a wonderful thing.

I'll say it is, but I know | a couple of druggists...

that never made a dime | until prohibition.

Oh! That reminds me.

I've got a class in political | science the first thing this morning.

Not this morning, dearie. | It's 4:30 in the afternoon.

Are you telling me the truth? | I wouldn't fool you, honey.

Oh, Miss Prinny! Why, I've | never missed a day in my life.

Miss Prin- | What'll Miss Prinny think?

Why, she'll think | you double-crossed her.

Oh, no, dear. | Don't- Don't say that.

Come on, dearie, take this and | Prinny'll take to the woods.

No. No, thank you, dear, | nothing more to drink. Thank you.

If Miss Prinny finds out that | I've been in a speakeasy all night,

[ shall never teach again. That's great.

Maudie, be serious.

Why, this is my livelihood.

Your livelihood? Why, | dearie, you're wasting time.

Why, a gal with your poise and class, | you'd make thousands in my business.

Your business! Are you asking | me to come into your business?

Why, of course. Why not?

It's one of the best payin' | rackets in the worid.

Oh! Oh, of course I | - I recognize that your business has been...

a great factor in the | building of civilization.

And, of course, it has | protected our good women...

and thereby preserved | the sanctity of the home.

And there, there were | such women as Cleopatra,

and, of course, France owes | a great deal to Du Barry, and-

But me, dear?

Don't you think | I'm just a little old?

Say,

what kind of a business | do you think I'm in?

Oh! Oh, please.

Oh, dear. Don't let's | say anymore about it.

Say, listen, dearie, | you got me all wrong.

Why, I got a chain | of beauty parlors.

Oh, I see. That is the | business, a cosmetician.

Yeah, that's it. | Oh, I see.

But how do I fit in? Like a | glove. You'd make a swell hostess.

Oh, yes? | Go on.

You see, I'm opening a | little place here in New York.

I'm calling it ''Institood de | Beaut.'' Not bad, huh? Quite all right.

I gotta have someone who | looks distinguished, like you.

That's kind of you. | Tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you $100 a week and | - $100?

I'll cut you in on the | profits. What do you say?

Oh, it's | too wonderful!

Stick with me, dearie, and | I'll make you a platinum blonde.

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