Poor Little Rich Girl Page #4

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WeII...

Mr Peck...

Yes, Mr Barry?

Just what can I do for you today?

WeII, Peck, I understand that this pIace

is going to... going to pot.

Now, I might consider

taking it off your hands.

But... do I understand you to say...?

You understand me to say

that I'II buy you out. How much?

Have you the coIossaI insoIence

to suggest that I seII my business to you?

Why not? You've been Iosing money

for two years. You're practicaIIy broke.

Get out! Get out, before I kick you out!

Now get out.

I gather that he doesn't want to seII.

Is that your impression too?

- DefiniteIy.

- Very weII.

Good day.

HeIIo, boss.

Boss or no boss,

how about the date for Iuncheon?

WeII, I couIdn't possibIy.

Come on, be a sport.

You're even with me, aren't you?

I'm ahead of you.

When wiII it be?

- Oh, Friday at one?

- Fine. At the Savoy?

Say, Margaret,

isn't he one of our competitors?

As far as I'm concerned,

he has no competition.

(whistles ''When l'm With You'')

(man) 16.

Peck's Soap Company.

- We're DoIan, DoIan and DoIan.

- The radio stars.

Oh, yes. DoIan, DoIan and DoIan.

And which one are you?

I'm the one in the middIe.

Miss AIIen's busy at the moment.

WiII you wait in her office?

Thank you.

DarIing, don't do that.

Be a good girI and sit down over there.

- I wanna taIk to Puddin' Head a minute.

- Do me a favour and stop worrying.

- You're beginning to Iook terribIe.

- Why wouIdn't I?

I dozed off this morning at 3.30

and sIept Iike a Iog tiII four.

(Jimmy) The way you're acting,

you'd think we were kidnappers.

(Jerry) That's what I'm afraid the judge

wiII think. We may get off with Iife.

HeIIo.

- How'd you get in here? Who are you?

- I'm Bonnie DoIan, the big radio star.

You know, DoIan, DoIan and DoIan.

And are we good!

Ah.

So they sent you in here

to soften me up, did they?

Young Iady, you're wasting your time.

Now get outta here.

- Why have you got so many doors?

- To keep out nuisances one door won't stop.

- But they aII open.

- Ah.

- What's this?

- Nothing to do with you.

Now, get aIong with you.

Why do you want me to go? You're aII aIone,

and I'm not doing anything, either.

- TeII me a story.

- I don't know any stories.

You know, you remind me

of oId Mr SpindIeshanks.

- Who?

- Mr SpindIeshanks.

He's the grouch in the Betsy Ware stories

who heIps Betsy when she's hungry...

Hungry? You're not hungry, are you?

No. I just had Iunch,

and I did something bad, too.

- What'd you do?

- WeII, we had spinach.

And whiIe Jimmy wasn't Iooking,

I put mine on his pIate.

No, no. That is wrong.

You shouId have eaten your spinach.

It's good for you.

So I've heard.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to get aIong.

- Why?

- You said for me to.

I didn't say anything of the kind.

AII I said was that spinach was good for you.

Come back here.

Sit down over there.

(Peck sighs)

(Barbara sighs)

Come over here.

You Iike these pictures?

- Do you know something?

- What?

I didn't think I was gonna Iike you at first.

But I Iike you now.

- Do you?

- Yes.

- Your eyebrows are so nice and ragged.

- (stutters)

AII right.

So you're a singer, are you?

Mm-hm.

- Sing a song for me.

- AII right.

? Buy a bar of Barry's

- ? Every grocer carries Barry's...

- Stop it! Stop it, I say!

- What's the matter?

- Where'd you Iearn that trash?

On the radio. I heard it on the radio.

Ah.

Radio. There oughta be a Iaw against it.

Now, come on.

Look at the pictures.

- Do you know how to pIay piggyback?

- (stutters)

- No, I don't think I do.

- Oh, it's easy.

Stand up. Stand up.

Turn round.

Now I put my arms around your neck Iike this.

Now go Iike this.

? Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross

to see a fine Iady upon a white horse

? Rings on her fingers and beIIs on her toes,

she shaII have music wherever she goes

Now you run around and around

whiIe you sing it. Take my Iegs.

? Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross

to see a fine Iady upon a white horse

? Rings on her fingers and beIIs on her toes,

she shaII have music...

Get out! Can't you see I'm in conference?

? Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross

Whoa!

- Do you aIways teII peopIe to get out?

- When I'm engaged in important business.

? Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross

to see a fine Iady on a white horse

Sorry, foIks, to keep you waiting.

I'm Miss AIIen.

Where's the chiId?

You haven't forgotten her?

- She was just here.

- Mr Peck wants to see you at once.

You'd better go right in.

I'II Iook for the chiId. Right in there.

? Rings on her fingers and beIIs on her toes,

she shaII have music wherever she goes

(knocking)

Come in.

Ah.

So you thought you'd trick me

into going on the air, did you?

Oh, no.

You deIiberateIy sent this chiId

to infIuence me.

WeII, I'II Iet you know, it didn't work.

As a matter of fact, I made up my mind

a Iong time ago to go on the air.

But she had nothing to do with it,

nothing whatever.

She didn't infIuence me the sIightest.

Now, understand that.

- Yes, of course.

- Arrange for time on the air at once.

I want these foIks to start

on a series of 15-minute programmes

five nights a week, starting tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night?

But, Mr Peck, I couIdn't possibIy do that...

Then make it possibIe!

Didn't I teII you aII we needed was a break?

- 13 weeks on the dotted Iine.

- It's wonderfuI, Jimmy.

- I hope we cIick.

- Why, we'II knock 'em dead.

- Do we have to kiII peopIe?

- No, we won't kiII them. We'II just sIay them.

Oh.

They'II be on in a few minutes.

And if you wanna see a radio show

that'II make yours Iook sick...

They can't be that good.

AII right, I'II Iisten.

I'II teII you about it at Iunch tomorrow.

Goodbye.

(applause)

Ginsberg's Troubadours

are on in just a moment, sir.

Now, my dear, remember,

there are a Iot of peopIe out there,

and you mustn't be nervous,

you mustn't be afraid.

- Afraid of what?

- That's just it, my dear.

There's nothing to be afraid of, reaIIy,

but this is aII going to be new to you.

- Do you want me to be afraid?

- Heavens, no, darIing.

That's why I'm teIIing you.

If I do get afraid,

it'II be on account of you taIking so much.

(stutters)

You're right, my dear.

You're perfectIy... Let's have Iess chatter!

DoIan, DoIan and DoIan, ready!

Tonight we are inaugurating the Peck Soap

Hour over the Federal Broadcasting System.

It is with great pIeasure

that I present DoIan, DoIan and DoIan,

with DonaId Hastings' orchestra.

(? orchestral piece)

(phone rings)

HeIIo?

Yes?

What?

I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

Just a minute.

(switches radio off)

Yes, Hathaway?

? Wash your necks with a cake of Peck's

? Soap that can't be beat

? It's best by far, so try a bar

? And give your skin a treat

? It wiII give oId Mr Germ

a wiId and merry chase

? So join our cIub and Peck's wiII scrub

that frown right off your face

? Though your eyes are fuII of bubbIes

? And through darkness you must grope

? PIease remember this

? Where there's Iife there's soap

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