No Time for Love Page #2

Ryan, I suggest you

cooperate with Miss Grant.

The president of the

company seen fit to do so.

Maybe she's his type.

Listen, you... Hey, Ryan, get to it now.

Pardon me, folks. Work.

Sorry, Miss Grant.

Oh, that's all right.

After all, the sun isn't

shining and he's a groundhog.

Come on, lean on it, boys.

Listen, Superman, for two bits.

I'd slug that big yap

of yours shut so tight...

Shut up, both of you.

Stand back. Take it away.

Okay!

Take it easy. That's it.

That's it.

Here it comes, Ryan.

Look what's down there. Hey,

Jack, Willie, pipe the Jane.

How about looking up here

so we can see your kisser?

What are you doing Thursday night?

Hiya, babe. How about taking my picture?

Mr. Taylor, can he lean a little farther out?

Ryan, lean out a little

more. Make it look good.

A little more. Little further, Ryan.

I can't see her face, but

she looks kind of cute.

Hey, watch the plate! What

are you doing up there?

Miss Grant, are you hurt?

No. No, I'm all right.

Fast thinking, miss, but

now they know you're a jinx.

All right, men, get him

into the compression tank.

Three of you, easy now. He

may have busted something.

You'd better go with them. All

right, get that plate back in place.

My camera. Come on, come

on, get back to work.

Where do you think you are, you baboons?

Why didn't you watch what you're

doing? Come on, back to work.

Okay, punks. Get back

inside. Come on. Break it up!

Okay, take it away.

Get me the clinic.

Moran speaking. Had an accident.

Do you think he'll be all right?

Lady, he's an Irishman. He's

either all right now or he's dead.

It was all my fault.

If it hadn't been for you, that

nutcracker would have beaned him.

But you should have stood out of the tunnel.

Here comes Ryan.

Come on, quit stalling.

Shake your head and see what happens.

Nothing loose.

Are you still here?

Is that the thanks she gets

for saving your no-good life?

Huh?

Who do you think rolled you out

of the way of that powder puff?

She did? She did.

A man can't turn his back without... Thanks.

If you'd quit showing

off in front of skirts...

...you wouldn't be taking spills.

Who was showing off? She asked

me to lean out, didn't you?

I didn't mean for you to lean that far.

Pay no attention to him, lady.

You big, bull-headed goof.

Trying to blame a woman for

them mud barges he calls feet.

One more crack from any of

you and you get a free lump.

Jiggers, kids. Superman's getting sore.

Maybe he thinks the lady's

gonna save him again.

Oh, here, gentlemen!

Oh, no! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Oh, help! Help!

Now, who was saying what?

Hiya, Doc.

Hey, it's the Doc with the checker.

Clancy. Clancy. It's the Doc

with the checker. Morrisey.

Morrisey. Come on, Morrisey.

The Doc and the checker. Come on, get up.

Put him on the bench, right there.

Come on, Morrisey. Come on.

Come on, sit down.

What about that one?

Oh, Pete! Wake up, Pete.

Pete, come on. Wake up, Pete!

Come on, Morrisey.

Let's put him on the bench.

Breathe deep, that's right.

The Doc and the checker.

Let's put him on the bench.

Hiya, men. Hi.

You're bleeding.

Don't tell a soul or I'll get fired.

Confidentially, I was in a fight.

Funny, the way the doctor

got the wrong patient.

You men are quite loyal

to each other, aren't you?

Against outsiders.

Oh, you can take the chip off your shoulder.

I'll be out of here in a few

minutes, and I don't expect to return.

There's no chip. I still

don't think you're a jinx...

...but you're just not my

type of dame, that's all.

Type of dame?

You've been on the prowl

ever since you met me.

Aren't you old enough to know it?

What...

Why, you conceited ape!

Maybe there's something about

you I could like, I don't know.

Right now I'm booked solid,

so I figured I'd wise you up.

...that you're wasting

your time. End of the line.

You are living proof that men

can exist without mentality.

Is it actually within the limits.

...of your exalted ego to believe.

...that a woman of education and love.

...of the finer graces could fall for you?

I don't get all that.

Well, may I put it this way?

At home, in my bedroom, I have

an inanimate object, a chair...

...that has 10 times more

quality and character than you.

A chair? A chair, Mr. Groundhog. Good day.

A chair.

Hey, mush mouth, this belongs to the lady.

If you run, you can catch her.

Hey, wait a minute. I'll

see that she gets it.

How about a ride back? No,

dearie, you're too knobby.

Well, next time...

Safe to come in? Yes, all right.

I'm dying to see the ape.

Can he talk or does he

just grunt and make signs?

Wait till you see his picture.

A mental throwback to the alphabet soup era.

Maybe we could put him under

contract and exhibit him.

King Kong! Looks as though

he would eat his own folks.

That's a good picture. The

lighting on the shoulder.

Yeah, I'll say it is!

Wait till I call the mob.

Oh, no, Hoppy!

Hey, come see what Kate found in a hole.

A mouse? Oh, where?

No, the abysmal brute. Come on.

What? What is it? Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, It. Well, what is it?

It's a tableau representing

the brotherhood of man.

It's one sandhog against the world.

The world being the other

three sandhogs he knocked out.

He did all that alone? He's sweet.

Well, he's the nearest thing to

primordial man I've ever encountered.

And the one encounter was more than enough.

But, Kate, one can't be expected

to have all those muscles and think.

Well, dear, Christley wanted you

to photograph life in the raw...

...and you've given it to him. With onions.

Christley is not getting

that picture for publication.

Why not?

Well, Henry, if that were published...

...those men would lose their jobs.

I don't want to be responsible for that.

Excuse me.

You know, beneath her exalted

exterior, there actually beats a heart.

Oh.

You left this in the tunnel.

Thanks, I was going to phone.

And while I'm here, I'd

like to see that chair.

What chair? The one that's better than me.

Oh.

Well, perhaps I was exaggerating a little.

I can decide that. Just show me the chair.

All right.

This? That.

What do I owe you?

An apology.

A chair's supposed to

be made to sit on. I sat.

I'm not speaking about the chair.

You made certain remarks today.

I'd rather hear about the chair.

What was it you said?

That it had 10 times more

quality and character than me?

"Had" is right. Will you go now?

You kind of spoiled my supper tonight.

When a guy gets a feeling he

knows a little about women...

...and then along comes something like you...

...it puts him right back in short pants.

How was that chair better than me?

Well, it had grace and

quiet dignity, and beauty.

Oh.

Naturally you don't understand.

I think you're talking through your ears.

Like I said, a chair is

made to hold people up.

That one couldn't. I can.

Put me down this minute.

If you want to leave a chair,

you get up and walk away from it.

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