Paper Moon Page #5

(HORN)

Hey, come on!

We're coming, and if you don't

find me a gas station soon,

this IittIe oId snowfIake's

going to wet her pantaIoons! Whoo!

Oh my, I aImost feII down!

(TRIXIE) Yoo-hoo! Look what we got!

Ain't she the sweetest thing?

Don't he Iook Iike a prince in this?

Imogene, get everything in here.

We got more room than Kansas!

Listen to the horn! BIow the horn, Daddy!

- (HORN)

- (TRIXIE LAUGHS )

- Do it again!

- (HORN)

(LAUGHTER)

(MOZE CHATTERS WITH TRIXIE)

This girI's sitting on the troIIey, takes

out a magazine and starts to read it.

She ain't read more than two pages

and, reaI sIow,

she takes her stockings down

and takes off her shoes.

She turns the stockings wrong side out

and puts them back on.

AII the passengers are wondering what's

going on. This oId guy asks her,

''I saw your strange procedure.

What were you doing?''

She said, ''I was reading this magazine

and found it to be such hot stuff,

''I feIt compeIIed

to turn the hose on myseIf.''

Have they a room with a canopy bed?

- Have you a room with a canopy bed?

- No, but I got one with a firepIace.

I'd Iike that one, Daddy.

It ain't no canopy bed,

but it sure opens up

a whoIe new can of peas!

- Can of peas! Ain't that cute!

- (BELL)

How's that?

Imogene, heIp the boy with these things.

Give them 234, 235 and 236.

They're fixing the eIevator.

First fIight up, if you don't mind.

It's aII right. Thank you.

- Can of peas!

- What was that?

WeII, you know,

canopy, can of... They rhyme.

I see! Can of peas, canopy. I get it now.

I knew you'd get it.

(RADlO ) # Picture Henry Ford

without a car

# Picture heaven's firmament

without a star

# Picture Fritzi Kreisler

without a fiddle

# Picture poor Philadelphia

without a Biddle

# Picture Central Park

without a sailor

# Picture Mister Lord

minus Mister Taylor

# Mix 'em all together

and what have you got?

# Just a picture of me without,,, #

There's a rip in the seam of that dress.

Get it sewed up. And wash these hose.

- Yes, Miss.

- My bath ready?

- Yes, Miss Trixie.

- You've made it awfuI hot IateIy.

- I knows you Iike it hot, Miss Trixie.

- Not that hot! Finish up aII these things.

- Come back in an hour and dry me off.

- Yes, Miss Trixie.

- What you doing up there?

- I got an idea. Come on!

- What kind of idea?

- Come in here and I'II teII you. Go on.

What wouId Miss Trixie do if

somebody offered her $25 to put out?

You crazy? For that much money,

she'd drop her pants in the road.

That's what I figured. You want to get

away from Miss Trixie? If you heIp me,

I'II give you money to get home.

- How much money?

- $30.

- When do we start?

- Tomorrow.

Miss Trixie, you know the man

at the desk who checked us in?

Yeah?

He teII me he'd pay $25

just to have a good time with you.

What?

That IittIe two-bit-bum nerve of that guy!

Bet he don't make that in a week,

Where would he get that?

I don't know.

AII I know is what he toId me.

$25, huh? I'd sure have to see

the money to beIieve it.

There you go. You come back

and see us again reaI soon.

Hmm!

- I'II have a Juicy Fruit gum, pIease.

- Here. Want I shouId chew it for you?

You know that red-headed Iady,

named Miss Trixie DeIight?

- She thinks you're reaI cute.

- Says you and who eIse?

Honest! She says you're better Iooking

than Dick PoweII.

- The Iady's got good taste!

- Thought you'd Iike to know.

Just a minute!

Give these to her.

Say they're with FIoyd's compIiments.

She'II Iike that!

Maybe you shouId write her a note.

What kind?

I thought men aIways wrote Iadies notes

when they send presents.

Maybe you shouId ask for a date.

That'd tickIe her.

Yeah, maybe I ought to.

Say, she's not married, is she?

She don't even have a reguIar boyfriend.

The man with her yesterday is my daddy.

He's her manager. She's a dancer.

I figured she was something Iike that.

Whereabouts does she dance?

- Lots of big pIaces. She's a star.

- How about that!

Why not print it? She Iikes that.

Print it, huh?

''Some sweets for the sweet.

''Some girIs say I'm a smooth dancer

myseIf. How about trying me out?''

- You sure this is going to work?

- I don't know, but we'II give it a try.

Throw this in the drawer, wiII you?

Keep your fingers crossed.

- Who is it?

- It's Addie.

What is it?

I got a message from Moze.

He had to run over to HaynesviIIe.

- He won't be back untiI suppertime.

- Huh?

I think he had to get something fixed

on his car. He'II be gone aII day.

Well, OK,

OK!

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

- What you having?

- WaffIes.

I aIready ate. I had waffIes, too.

Sure are good, ain't they?

They ain't bad for waffIes.

Mr Moze, Miss Trixie don't feeI so good.

She's staying in bed today.

She'II see you at supper.

She's sick? I'd better go up there.

She ain't reaI sick. Ain't no worry.

She's having her Iady's time.

Oh... TeII her

I'II see her this evening.

Just wanted to say good morning. I think

I'II go upstairs and poIish my shoes.

- Somebody's at the door, lmogene,

- Yes, Miss Trixie,

- Something for you, Miss,

- What?

- lt was outside the door,

- What is it?

lmogene, leave that, Run along,

l'll call you when l need you,

Yes, Miss Trixie,

(ELEVATOR HUMS )

HeIIo, Cupid.

Miss Trixie wants to see you.

Says it's important. Room 235.

She does, does she? When?

- Now.

- I can't get off right now.

It's important.

You teII her I'II come up Iater tonight,

when the moon is fuII.

But you can't.

She won't even be here after tonight.

She won't even be here after today.

She won't? WeII...

You won't be sorry.

I couId go up for a few minutes.

What's that room number?

Room 235. She's waiting for you.

OK. TeII her I'm on my way up,

sweetheart.

He's coming! He's coming!

- Who is it?

- Sheikh of Araby.

WeII, don't you Iook purty!

WeII, come on in, honey.

Come on.

- You don't give a girl much time,

- l get around,

- You don't go around babbling, do you?

- What?

lt's just important to me

right now not to get talked about,

Do l look like that kind of fella?

Say! You are a wild one, aren't you?

Hold it! Wait, you're going to tear it!

Now, just let me slip it off,

Hey! Well now,,,

,,,ain't you a show dog!

Oh!

I'm going.

The key! Give me the key!

Mr Moze wiII kiII them both, I knows it.

- Wait for me here!

- OK.

- Moze!

- What's the troubIe?

- Better go up to Trixie's room right away!

- Is she sick?

No, she's not. Just do what I teII you.

And take the eIevator!

Don't knock! Use a key!

(HUM OF ELEVATOR)

Your daddy going to kiII that man.

- He'II cut him up pretty bad.

- Moze wouIdn't do that.

Down home, when a man come home

and hear a man in bed with his wife,

he just go to the wood piIe

and get his doubIe-bIade axe

and go in and chop them up.

FoIk say he cut them up

just Iike kindIing wood.

- Addie, we're Ieaving!

- Now?

Right this minute!

(RADIO ON - MUSIC )

I don't know why that girI

did such a thing to me.

I'd have done aImost anything

for that girI. It just ain't fair.

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