Save the Tiger Page #8

"Wait a minute, you schmuck!

"What about that ditch?

What about that ditch?"

Then Marilyn gives Ruby a great, big kiss.

Come down.

What down? I am, I'm coming down.

I'm coming down the mountain.

Kid, I've got the tablets.

I've got the 11th commandment.

What does it say?

"No parking on this side of the street."

God.

No. Oh, no.

- Come on...

- Jesus, no, please.

- Yeah, come on.

- I can't.

- Come on, let's make it again.

- No, I can't.

Let's play a game.

- A game?

- A game, yeah.

The game, you name famous people, see?

Name famous people.

- Just anyone?

- Anyone famous. Just name them.

Dead people, too?

Why not? Some of my best friends

are dead people.

- Come on, go ahead.

- Okay, the Beatles.

- Moe Purtill.

- Moe Purtill?

- Purtill played drums for Glenn Miller.

- Glenn Miller?

Glen... Oh, my God.

You may not know all the people I say

but it doesn't matter...

just go ahead, play the game,

say somebody.

All right, I'll play.

- The Rolling Stones.

- Henry Wallace.

- The Grateful Dead.

- Herman Goering.

- Goering?

- Goering.

- Is he a singer?

- Yeah, soprano.

- Jesus, I don't believe...

- Jerry Garcia.

- Fred Allen.

- New Riders of the Purple Sage.

- New Riders of the what?

- You playing or not?

- Cookie Lavagetto.

- Bob Dylan.

- FDR.

- The Band.

- Jimmy Durante.

- Jimmy Durante?

Jimmy Durante, the Schnoz,

you don't remember Jimmy?

- The Schnoz?

- Yes.

- Barbara Streisand.

- Fiorello La Guardia.

- Aretha Franklin!

- Abe Reles.

Don Ameche.

Lucky Luciano is another one

you wouldn't know.

- Gracie Slick.

- Jack Teagarden.

- Jefferson Starship.

- Marcel Cerdan.

- Baba Ramdass.

- Gabriel Heatter.

- My God I haven't...

- Oscar Ichazo.

Pierre Laval.

- Maharishi Mahesh Yogi.

- Carl Hubbell...

- Chairman Mao.

...Christ, he was beautiful.

Stalin, Mao, Stalin. That's good, that's good.

- Jimi Hendrix.

- Helen O'Connell. Come on.

- Janis!

- Beau Jack.

- Jim Morrison.

- Major Bowes.

Come on!

- Brian Jones.

- Eddie Arcaro.

Come on now, names,

come on, play the game.

- President Kennedy.

- Bunny Berigan. Come on.

- Daniel Berrigan.

- Martin God damn Bormann.

- Daniel Ellsberg.

- The Hindenburg.

- That wasn't a person, was it?

- Von Hindenburg was a person.

Come on, the names!

- Laurel and Hardy. Now, come on.

- I'm stuck.

You're stuck? How the hell

could you be stuck? Let me help you.

Sugar Ray Robinson

and Tony Zale, and Willie Pep...

Greenberg and Roos, and Jimmy Foxx,

Red Grange, Davis and Blanchard...

Art Tatum, Mel Powell, Father Hines,

Fats Waller.

Gershwin, Rogers and Hart,

and Berlin, and... Christ.

Christ! There's one, Jesus Christ!

God!

Lou Gehrig and Whirlaway...

Citation, Popeye and Lulu

and Daddy Warbucks.

W.C. Fields.

Chaplin, Joe Penner.

Joe Penner, "Wanna buy a duck?"

Are you okay? You want something?

Yes...

I want that girl in a Cole Porter song.

I wanna see Lena Horne

at the Cotton Club...

hear Billie Holiday sing Fine and Mellow.

Walk in that kind of rain,

that never washes the perfume away.

I want to be in love with something.

Anything. Just an idea.

A dog, a cat, anything.

Something.

Where's the air?

Where the hell are the Mosquitoes?

The Panzers are out!

God damn it, we need air!

Brace and Charlie

coming into the mines! German mines!

No, Sergeant! No chance! Beach red!

You going somewhere?

- Back to the zoo.

- Why don't you take the day off?

Now, listen, I want you to have this.

What we did has nothing to do with money.

I know that, I just...

I want you to buy something for yourself.

Please.

Okay.

- Take care.

- What's your name?

Cuban Pete.

Well, have a nice day, Cuban Pete.

I'll do my best.

Have a nice day.

You, too, Myra.

... see examples of what suppression of

sexual appetite can bring, deviation...

- You're late.

- Yeah, sorry, Charlie.

Here.

... now once again we...

- That's your retainer.

- I am aware of that.

- What's wrong?

- Don't look at me, watch the screen.

You're in violation of every fire

ordinance in the book...

faulty sprinklers, no access

to exit doors, dried up extinguishers.

- My God, I never saw the equal of it.

- What the hell does that mean, Charlie?

With all those violations,

the insurance will never pay off.

I'll give you a list of regulations

to conform to.

- Fix everything up and I'll burn it.

- How long will that take?

Watch the screen, Harry.

Six months minimum.

You can't light up new equipment,

it bears the date of installation.

Well, that's that.

Not necessarily.

I could start the fire downstairs,

in the shirt factory.

You mean Siegel's place?

Why not?

I can get in there without any trouble.

The access door's practically fallen off.

I'll funnel the fire up the back to your place.

Should work out fine.

Won't you have the same

insurance problems?

No, with the source of the fire

downstairs, they'll pay off.

You may get a reprimand,

but they'll have to pay off.

And Siegel?

I mean he has nothing to say about it?

Don't worry about Siegel, he'll do fine.

Probably a blessing.

Actually, I'll do a force funnel job.

The shirt factory will sustain

very little damage...

the fire will flash in your place.

Hell, should be over in three, four minutes.

- When would you do it?

- That's up to you.

I'll go get a Coca Cola.

... man and woman, Adam and Eve

were naked.

Unashamed. Enjoying the natural

state of pleasure...

a man and woman were meant to be in.

The entire history of man

from the cradle of civilization...

to the present is studded with the art

of man's pornographic impressions.

You can now see...

paintings through drawings on stone...

bear the pictorial record

of man's search for erotica.

Anything happens, you never heard of Phil...

- never heard of him, understood?

- Understood.

Sunday, Phil goes fishing.

Burn it Sunday, Charlie.

- Same suit, Harry?

- Yeah. Same suit.

Hey, mister, throw the ball!

What did you do that for?

I thought you ought to see it just once.

You can't play with us, mister.

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