Palm Springs Weekend Page #5
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...who needs it?
Well, Mrs. Yates, you've got...
...some nice little figure there,
if you ask me.
Hey.
You can get germs from doing that.
Where is that flea-brain I hired
to take care of you?
Still asleep, I guess.
My first day in Palm Springs,
I end up in jail.
Wonder where this one will lead to.
Well, to another party, if you like.
Where? Where? Who?
Eric's giving me a night on the town...
...and he told me
He says he's got a special surprise
for later on in the evening.
It must be love.
Be nice if it was, but...
- I don't know, I guess you never know.
- Well, at least you get a shot at it.
Don't you?
Not me.
For some reason, all men tell me
I remind them of their brothers.
I don't believe that.
- Well, it's true.
- Ah!
Not that I can understand it.
But look at me.
What more can a man ask for?
I'm strong, I'm healthy, good teeth.
- You're a very pretty girl.
Well, you got a real cute figure
and you got awfully pretty legs, you...
Wait a second.
Come on.
- Get right down here, lady.
- What are you gonna do?
I am going to make a new woman
out of you.
Well, I can't knock that.
Go, with my blessings.
- Hey, Boom-Boom, where's the laundry?
- Over there next to the driveway.
Oh, thank you, Boom-Boom. Oh...
Aah!
Hey, what's the big idea?
I'm getting tired of being pushed
in this pool.
Have you and Amanda
got some kind of bet going?
Oh, boy, all the clothes
are sinking to the bottom.
Don't just stand there laughing,
you crazy kid.
Boy, wait till my mother sees this.
Are you gonna get it.
Am I gonna get it?
We gotta stop this. Go get help.
Why? We got the only pool in town
with a head on it.
Turn off the waterfall. Do something.
Jim!
Jim!
Jim!
Did you blow your stack?
This is no place to do your laundry.
Never mind the jokes.
Get me out of here
Give me your hand.
- Biff, Biff, Biff.
- Jim, Jim, Jim.
It's okay, Biff, you're
all right. I got you.
You all right?
Hey, mister, where you going?
- Maybe I'd better come back later.
- No, they're just cleaning the patio.
- Go right ahead.
- Okay.
You okay, Biff? Feel better?
Yeah, thanks a lot, Dr. Jekyll.
Hey, dig the crazy snow.
- Bombs away.
- Yeah.
How clever of Mrs. Yates
to add that extra touch.
Last one in is a rotten egg.
Oh, honey, you missed the pool!
What in the world is this?
This is the biggest
Alka-Seltzer I've ever seen.
Oh, I can see
Boom-Boom's fine hand in this.
- Boom-Boom!
- Now, don't lose your temper, Mrs. Yates.
Did you call me, Mom?
Oh, when I get my hands on you...
Look out, Mom,
you're headed for the pool.
Maybe he's telling the truth, Mrs. Yates.
I wouldn't trust that kid
for all the tea in China. Come on.
No, I tell you, we can't arrest anybody
for making bubbles.
There's nothing in the books about it.
Well, get the fire department
to go in there and hose the place down.
Bubbles.
A pool full of bubbles.
You haven't touched
your orange juice, dear.
I put this in his orange juice.
Dad, may I please talk to you
about what happened last night?
I've already told you the matter is closed.
I don't understand how it can be closed
when it was never opened.
Aren't you interested
in knowing how it started?
- Not in the least, I know how it finished.
- But you don't know the circumstances.
The circumstances are
that the daughter of the chief of police...
...was arrested last night.
I intend to see
that it doesn't happen again.
You're not really going to keep me
under house arrest?
You don't think I enjoy
doing that sort of thing, do you?
Right at this moment, yes, I do.
Put that away.
All right, all right. You're on probation.
You may go about your business,
but stay away from that boy.
- Oh, but he didn't have any...
- Ahem.
I mean...
Excuse me. Whatever you say, Dad.
Teenagers. Boys. Bubbles.
I wish you wouldn't excite yourself, dear.
Bunny explained everything to me,
and I think she's perfectly innocent.
- Oh, you do, do you?
- Yes.
As a matter of fact, I think
the whole incident is sort of funny.
Well, I'm not surprised.
What do you mean?
I switched orange juice with you
this morning.
Good morning.
- Hi.
- I was hoping I'd see you today.
- Oh?
- Sit down.
- Thanks.
Here, you can have your breakfast
while I serenade you on the guitar.
No, thanks. I'm afraid
I wouldn't appreciate it this morning.
You're worried about
what happened last night, huh?
They really made a mess
out of that girl's home, didn't they?
Sure did.
What happened to your hand?
You didn't break anything?
Oh, no, it'd take more than a little
banty-rooster fight to bust my hand.
We used to have
some real dandies back home.
We used to fight for months at a time,
taking off for Sunday naturally.
You know, my folks
didn't take much to fighting on Sunday.
They must be really neat, huh?
I'd like you to meet my daddy.
Now, he's a real character.
He's always joking with folks.
Man asked him one time, says:
"Mr. Fortune,
what kind of work do you do? "
He says, "Well, son," he says,
" I'm an old Indian fighter. "
- Really?
- Mm-hm. " I fight old Indians. "
Oh, silly.
Yeah, I feel like going back sometimes.
Just shaking Hollywood once and for all.
- Don't you like Hollywood?
- Well, it's not that.
It just seems like
I run into a lot of phonies.
And one thing I can't stomach's a phony.
I don't see why people
just don't act natural.
Just quit pretending all the time.
Maybe they feel
that people won't like them as much...
...if they don't pretend a little bit.
That don't cause them
to put on airs, does it?
Look, I think they'd be a lot better off
if they'd just act natural.
Yeah, well...
Look, let's talk about you, huh?
One of the kids says
that you go to school in Hawaii.
I don't wanna bore you
with all the facts.
- Come on.
- It was very dull, honest.
Look, there's nothing about a pretty
little Hawaiian girl that could be dull.
You might be very surprised
if you got to know me.
I'd like to. How about tonight?
I'm sorry.
I'd really love to, Stretch,
except I got another date tonight.
- The big spender.
- Yep.
Kind of take it you don't care for him.
In a word, no.
I don't think he's the kind of guy
you ought to be going out with.
You don't-?
Let me tell you something, my dear.
I am old enough
to take care of myself, thank you.
You know, when you get mad,
you remind me of a very little girl.
A what?
I reckon I'll be moseying along
before you hit me with my own guitar.
Yes. Mm-hm.
All right, men, now,
listen and listen good.
Now, again.
If anybody asks us
what we want to drink tonight...
...what are we going to say?
Milk.
And if anybody should offer us
a cigarette to smoke...
...what are we gonna say?
No, thank you.
And if we happen to find ourselves
in the company of a beautiful young lady...
...who says
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