No Time for Love Page #5

hear it. Won't you, honey?

Oh, gee, yeah!

Listen to me. I don't care what you do...

...but I demand the

return of my car right now.

Do you understand? Right now!

Oh, sure, I'll explain it takes a

couple of weeks before publication.

Well, don't work too hard, kid. Good night.

Oh, gee, you're wonderful!

Just keep that in mind.

Oh, morning.

Nice to see you, too.

This should be very interesting.

Oh, you mean about the car?

Well, it was so late last

night when I finished...

I figured it'd be better

if I... Finished what?

Are you kidding?

Well, I'm not surprised to learn

why you're in need of money.

But if you think I'm going to

let you use your job with me.

...as a persuasive influence.

...on the blondenes of Broadway...

You mean I'm a bad boy?

You're positively disgusting!

Fair enough.

Oh, you owe me one day's

pay. Are you quitting?

Wasn't I just fired? No!

You were being reprimanded.

Oh, well, let's get to work.

You know, I was thinking...

...those girls at the

theater yesterday were okay...

...but I know a spot that's

got some that are really choice.

Want me to show you today?

No, we're working right

here. Oh, anything good?

Special assignment. The Body Beautiful.

Oh, where is she?

Who? The... What you said.

All ready.

All right? Hmm? Oh, yes. This way, Mr. Brice.

Will you stand by the pedestal, please?

Oh, Ryan, at the Annual Convention

of Physical Culture Directors.

Mr. Brice was voted to have the

most beautiful body in America.

This is my assistant, Mr. Ryan, Mr. Brice.

Glad to know you. It's a pleasure, Ryan.

What was the idea of that?

Sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength.

Mr. Brice, if you...

Catching a guy off guard, eh?

I said I was sorry.

Come on, introduce us again.

Come on, shake hands fair

and square, I dare you.

Say, what's going on there? Stop that! Here.

I happen to be paying your salary, Ryan.

You can play games on your own time.

Now get down.

Wise guy.

Tip that light down a little, will you?

The one near his right shoulder.

Sorry, pal.

What happened? He poked me!

I did not. I was fixing the

light and my elbow slipped.

Ryan, I'll thank you to

concentrate on your duties.

Adjust the light above him. I want

to accentuate those chest muscles.

Chest muscles.

Now, take your position, please, Mr. Brice.

Yes, give me a little more of...

Hmm. Hmm. That's enough.

Now tip the light a

little more this way. More.

There, that's it. Now tighten it there.

I doed it.

Ryan!

I guess I tightened it too loose.

Oh, are you hurt?

What are you trying to do? Kill me?

Not by hitting you on the head.

No, no, no! Here, here, here, stop it!

Stop, stop!

Go on. Let him go. I'll

toss him out the window.

Stop it! Mr. Brice, there's

work to be done. Now let's do it.

Ryan, clear this mess out of the way.

You just told me not to touch him.

You know what I'm talking about. Now do it.

You, take your position. Goodness.

All right, Mr. Brice, now let's see.

Now turn around, let's see the back.

Fine, that should be good. Get it up, Ryan.

Ryan! Never mind, I'll

take care of that. Get back.

Will you turn around?

Little higher.

There, that's all right.

That's fine. Leave it alone.

All right, Mr. Brice. Hold it.

It's a still picture, Mr. Brice.

Stop rippling those muscles.

All right. Okay, now I'm going

to take one more for protection.

After this, we'll take one with

the barbell. Get it for him, Ryan.

There, that's fine. Give

him the barbell, Ryan.

Sure. Here you are, pal.

Ryan! Have you gone mad?

Oh, Mr. Brice! Ryan! He's

a strong man, isn't he?

If I can throw it, he ought

to be able to catch it.

Get me up. I'll kill him!

Get out, you! Get out of here.

You better go take a walk or something.

You mean so he won't kill me?

Oh, get out! No, come here and help him.

No. Why should I help somebody I don't like?

So long, Atlas.

Hello, Mr. Brice. Resting?

That's probably Henry. Will you tell

him I'll be with him in a minute?

Yeah.

Oh, hello, Roger. Hello, Hoppy.

Come on in.

It's Roger. Why?

Why not? Food and drink here are free.

Hello, Kate. Ready?

I'm sorry, Roger. I'm dining

with Henry this evening.

No need to be sorry. Henry has to work.

I'm entertaining you tonight at his expense.

Well, of all the...

Why didn't he phone?

There might have been something

else I'd rather do, you know.

That's what he's afraid of.

Go on out with him, Katie.

Any man as understanding as Roger.

...deserves the best food Henry can buy.

Might as well.

Say, eat a good square meal, will you, Roger?

Stop raiding our ice box.

I brought this myself. A nickel.

Oh, spendthrift.

Where's your sandhog?

Probably in his cage for

the night. Bye, Hoppy.

Goodbye, kids. Have fun.

Goodbye, Hoppy.

How is the campaign coming?

Has he nauseated you yet?

Well, confidentially, I'm

not making much headway.

Whatever he does, he does well.

Maybe you've never had

him out of his element.

As a matter of fact, I

haven't, except by imagination.

Well, imagination is all right

for people with no teeth...

...but you're young enough to face things.

You want to prove he's a lout, huh? Hmm.

Well, do it.

Take him to a literary tea at Cond's.

...or the open forum at Carnegie.

Places where he'd stand

out like a starched penguin.

Wouldn't that be a touch on the nasty side?

Oh, I wouldn't wish the

treatment on a neighbor's cat...

...but if you honestly want

to get fed up with the man...

As long as I have time

on my hands this evening.

What are you going to do?

Oh, excuse me!

May I ask? You may.

We're being honored at dinner, I hope...

...by the presence of James

Ryan, Esquire, Local 908.

Kate, you're not going to...

You look very nice, dear.

I love this place.

You could be thrown into a panic

by a waiter with squeaky shoes.

This way, sir.

Roger, wake up, he's coming.

Oh.

Oh, Katie.

Well, look at you! Oh, hello.

Ryan, you remember Roger.

Oh, the little piano

player. How are you? Hello.

This is quite a joint. I've got a rich uncle.

who was buried in one of these.

Ryan, I'm sorry our assignment

has fallen through...

...but the people we were to photograph

have canceled their reservation.

I don't blame them. Why

don't we get out of here?

Oh, Ryan. Miss Grant and I are celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Well, Tchaikovsky and I have just composed.

...a number which looks like being a hit.

Perhaps, you'd join us for dinner, would you?

If this is your idea of

celebrating, I'm game.

Oh, good.

Say, Tchaikovsky is dead, isn't he?

That's right.

How do you feel?

What's "soupe du jour"?

I'll have it. You have it, too.

I'll have it, too.

What's this here?

Monsieur, that is corned beef and cabbage.

Why don't they put it down?

I'll have some of that.

Three bucks for corned beef and cabbage!

Ryan, not so loud.

I'll bet you couldn't lift three bucks'

worth of corned beef and cabbage.

Monsieur is complaining?

The name isn't "Monsieur", it's Ryan.

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