Palm Springs Weekend Page #3

I'll bite. What are they?

Only the number one basketball team

on the West Coast.

Hear, hear, hear!

I happen to be their coach.

Hear, hear, hear!

Quiet. Quiet!

Well, you'd better

get them up here to register.

Can they write their names?

They're college students.

Ooh. That don't mean they can write.

A little spitfire, huh?

All right, boys, line up and register.

Come on.

Hold it. Orderly. Order, boys.

Watch it, men.

My, this is certainly a fun group, isn't it?

Fellow, that will be on your bill. Boy.

Watch it. Watch it.

Hey, Biff, come on. Register.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's okay, buddy.

Buddy? I happen to be a girl.

Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.

He's a wise guy.

Why don't you flip him?

Hey, come on,

aren't you gonna get cleaned up?

In a minute. I've almost got it.

You've been working on that secret weapon

of yours for a year now. What is it?

What is it? Instant romance.

What's that?

Why, this incredible machine is

guaranteed to make its operator irresistible.

Watch.

Ready?

- Oh, my goodness.

- Good heavens.

Who turned out the lights?

Oh, someone's attacking me.

You'll get us thrown out of here

on the first day.

Then two years of school in Switzerland,

a year in Paris, here I am.

Sounds wonderful.

Don't you miss all those places?

At the moment, no.

George.

- Yes, Mr. Dean?

- We're thirsty. Bring us two specials.

I beg your pardon, but I have to ask

the young lady for identification.

Young lady, the jig's up.

Identify yourself.

- Thought you could pull a fast one, huh?

- Sir.

All right, take notes.

Miss Gail Lewis, 6150 Rexford Drive,

Beverly Hills, California.

- Got that?

- Yes, sir.

She's 5-foot-2,

weighs a hundred pounds.

How about that, George?

- Very good, sir.

- Very good?

My dear man, that's perfect.

Yes, Mr. Dean, but the date of birth?

She's 21, George.

But, Mr. Dean, please.

Two specials, sir.

Thank you.

You gave him a very bad time.

Oh, they humor me here.

My father owns a piece of the joint.

- Really?

- It's one of his sidelines.

Actually, he's a professional bridegroom.

What do you mean by that?

Old Dad's been married

four or five times.

- Four or five, hm?

- I may have forgotten one.

I'm sorry.

- So is Dad. It's an expensive hobby.

- I wasn't thinking about your father.

- I meant you.

- Don't be sorry. It's kind of fun.

If you're in town next Mother's Day,

you'll have to come to the rally.

You don't like to be serious, do you?

Well, not with all these people around.

Why...?

Why don't we go upstairs?

Well, just to change. For a swim.

You're not very subtle, Mr. Dean.

Perhaps it's because you're so pretty,

Miss Lewis.

I'll wait here.

Excuse me.

Here you are, Miss Eder.

I hope you enjoy your record.

Thank you. I'm gonna play this

on my television show.

- Good.

- Will you say hello to your father for me?

- I will. Thank you.

- Bye.

Bye.

Nothing moves me. Let's go.

You go ahead. I'll see you later.

No good. Native.

You can swing better

with the out-of-town chicks.

Ooh. Later.

May I help you?

Oh, uh, yes.

I'm trying to find a record.

Well?

- Well?

- What's the name of the record?

Oh. Oh, I'm not sure.

Well, who recorded it?

A couple of fellas, I think, with guitars.

That doesn't give me much to go on.

How about if I sang the melody for you?

Maybe. How does it go?

I can't hear you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe if I got a little closer.

Oh.

Recognize it?

I don't know the melody,

but the routine is familiar.

Good. Now that we've met, maybe we can

get to know each other better.

What did you have in mind?

- Do you like swimming?

- Love it.

I'm staying at this place, the La Casa Yates,

and they have a beautiful pool there.

What time do you close shop?

The owner takes over at 3.

I'll be waiting.

All right.

You forget something?

Yes. Your name.

Bunny.

Bunny.

Hey, cowboy, is that the way

you sing that song in Texas?

What's wrong with it?

Well, I mean, it's not...

Well, how do you sing it?

Well, a little more life. A little rhythm.

Like this.

Yeah, that's it.

Let's sing it again.

Did you hear about the fella

who walked up to a guy on the street?

He says, "Can you give me 15 cents

for a sandwich? "

And he says, " I don't know,

let me see the sandwich. "

See, he had the sandwich.

Or the fella that checked into a hotel.

He calls down and says,

" I got a dead bedbug in my room. "

The manager says,

"A dead bedbug won't hurt you. "

He says, " No, but you ought to see the

funeral his friends are throwing for him. "

I got a whole lot of them like that.

See, he had a dead bedbug.

Or as General Custer said:

"I don't know what's the matter

with them Indians.

They were all right

at the dance last night. "

Hey, what's the matter?

What are you laughing at?

"Let me see the sandwich. "

Maybe I'm wrong.

Yes, sir.

One more time.

Bye-bye.

Science, anyone for science?

"All my love. "

Oh, hello there. How are you, girls?

My goodness, you look lovely

in your bathing suits and everything.

I don't suppose you'd be interested

in a little scientific experiment.

I have this experiment

that I've been working on and I-

You wouldn't be interested in science.

Say, miss.

Well, bless my soul. If it isn't, uh...

Oh, don't tell me.

I'll just be embarrassed.

- Sheila.

- Bunny.

Bunny. Bunny, of course.

- Bunny Smith.

- Dixon.

Dixon. That's what I said.

My goodness, I haven't seen you since

the Youth for Science convention...

...in Long Beach back in...

Oh, uh, you weren't there at all.

- Sorry.

- Uh...

Don't tell me you have

no interest in science whatsoever.

No, I didn't say that.

Wonderful. Oh, wonderful.

- Perhaps you'd be-

- Hi, Biff.

Oh, hi.

I have this little scientific experiment

that I think maybe-

Have you two met?

Have we met?

Are you kidding?

Why, Bunny and I

have been friends for ages. Years.

It seems like just yesterday

that we were just hashing over old times...

...and all about...

Hey.

I got it now. The record shop.

You're the local girl.

You and her.

Well, that's the way the bunny hops.

Don't say I didn't warn you, Dr. Jekyll.

Ahem. Well, see you later, Sheila.

- Dr. Jekyll?

- He ribs me about that all the time.

- You see, I'm studying medicine.

- Oh, good for you.

Oh, I'm not there yet. It's a long haul.

At least seven years, if I'm lucky.

Then why do you waste your time

playing basketball?

It's very simple.

I'm on an athletic scholarship.

Well, you're doing it the hard way,

aren't you?

Yeah.

When Biff and the rest of the gang

are out of school and married...

...I will still be going to classes.

I've heard of medical students

getting married.

I don't know.

I don't think a fella can successfully

study medicine and run a marriage.

Do you think you can stay away

from girls for seven years?

I manage to have a few dates.

One cannot ignore the biological urges,

you know.

Would you want the girl

you expect to marry...

...to indulge in her biological urges too?

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