Tales of Manhattan Page #4
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THINK OF THE TIME IT MIGH SAVE YOU, IF YOU LOOK.
WHY, THAT'S A TERRIBLE
LISTEN, YOU'D BE
IF YOU WEREN' AFRAID I WAS RIGHT.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?
UH-UH.
ALL RIGHT,
I'LL SHOW YOU.
STAMPS. UH,
THERE'S NO LAW AGAINS MAILING LETTERS AFTER 9:00.
A HATCHECK.
NOTHING INCRIMINATING
ABOUT THAT, EITHER.
A HANDKERCHIEF.
STOP TELLING ME:
WHAT EVERYTHING IS.
I KNOW A HANDKERCHIEF
WHEN I SEE ONE.
HOLD IT UP.
NOT EVEN A TRACE
OF ANY LIPSTICK.
KEEP ON.
CIGARETTES,
MATCHES,
AND...
13 CENTS.
KEEP GOING.
THERE'S NO PLACE
ELSE TO GO.
OH, YES, THERE IS. THE
THIS IS WHERE:
REALLY, ELLEN,
THIS IS GETTING...
OH, IT'S JUST A BILL.
HAVE THEY STARTED
IF THEY HAVEN'T, IT'S
OH, NO, YOU DON'T.
IF YOU WON'T, I WILL.
"MY PASSIONATE LION."
I COULDN'T MAKE
THAT ONE UP.
YOU'RE RIGHT.
"MY PASSIONATE LION."
PASSIONATE THESE DAYS.
NEVER MIND. GO ON.
YOUR GLEAMING EYES
"AND FEEL YOUR
I COULD EVEN HEAR THE SOFT THUD OF YOUR PAWS
-"
THE LION'S GO ON RUBBER HEELS.
WHO'S IT FROM, DIANE?
WHO'S IT FROM?
IT'S SIGNED "SQUIRREL."
SO HELP ME,
"OH, MY LION,
MY LION,
DON'T STAND THERE.
FROM READING:
THAT LETTER.
WELL, HOW?
ANY WAY YOU CAN. INVEN SOMETHING. ANYTHING.
IS ON FIRE.
HELLO, GEORGE? DROP EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING'S THE MATTER.
YOU ROAR WHEN... "
EXCUSE ME, MISS DIANE, I
THINK... SOMETHING'S BURNING.
I KNOW, EDGAR.
IT'S ME.
YEAH, BUT... WHAT?
AND GET IT.
WITHOUT A TAIL COAT.
HERE?
EDGAR, YOU'RE A DREAM BOY. GEORGE,
FORGET EVERYTHING BUT SPEED.
"OH, MY PASSIONATE LION,
"MY ECSTASY IS
ALMOST UNBEARABLE.
"THANK YOU, THANK YOU.
"IT IS HERE
GOOD MORNING,
DARLING.
NO, NO, NO, NO.
WELL, WHAT-
HELLO, ELLEN.
HOW ARE YOU?
I'M IN MISERY, AND
WELL, ISN'T I A BEAUTIFUL DAY?
GREA FOR STALKING.
I THINK I'D
BETTER BE GOING.
OH, NO, DON'T GO.
YOU'RE DYING
TO BE ALONE.
OH, NO, WE'RE NOT-
I MEAN, UH,
WON'T YOU
STAY FOR LUNCH?
NO, THANK YOU, HARRY.
LAST LUNCH TOGETHER,
BEFORE YOU'RE MARRIED,
I MEAN.
GOODBYE, DARLING.
GOODBYE.
GOODBYE, HARRY,
YOU BEAST.
KING OF BEASTS.
YOU'LL HAVE TO
JUNGLE?
JUNGLE BELLS,
JUNGLE BELLS:
MY PASSIONATE LION.
REMEMBER, THIS IS
HIS TAIL COAT.
CORRECT.
PERFECT.
AND HIS LETTER...
IS MY LETTER.
AND I DON' UNDERSTAND ANY OF IT.
WELL?
WELL-WELL-WELL-
WELL-WHERE DID-
OH, DIANE,
I DON'T-I DON'T-
SENTENCES. LET'S FACE IT.
FACE WHAT?
ANYBODY HOME?
GEORGE!
HELLO, GEORGE!
ARE YOU?
YOU'LL HAVE
TO ANSWER THAT.
HELLO, DIANE.
HELLO, GEORGE.
OH, AM I INTERRUPTING
ANYTHING?
TO COIN A PHRASE,
YES.
WELL, THAT'S
A FAIR ANSWER.
AT LEAST YOU'RE ACKNOWLEDGING
GENERALLY DOES, HARRY.
THAT PERSONALITY COURSE.
WELL, GOODBYE, KIDS.
HEY, GEORGE,
DON'T GO.
DON'T BE AN IDIOT. DON' EVEN THINK OF GOING.
IF YOU'RE GOING
RIGHT AWAY?
OH, IT'LL KEEP.
WHY KEEP ANYTHING?
COME ON, GEORGE.
WELL, IT'S JUST THAT AFTER THA FOOTBALL SCRIMMAGE LAST NIGHT,
TAIL COAT.
YOU DID WHAT?
I WORE YOUR TAIL COA HOME BY MISTAKE
NOW, YOU SEE?
GEORGE,
SAY THAT AGAIN.
I WORE HARRY'S TAIL
YOU MEAN-YOU MEAN,
UH, UH,
THIS:
YEAH, LOOKS LIKE I TO ME. YEAH. IT IS.
CERTAINLY.
THAT'S RIGHT.
OHH.
MY CIGARETTES:
AND MATCHES.
GEORGE!
MY HANDKERCHIEF.
HATCHECK.
GEORGE...
YOUR TAIL COAT?
WELL, YOU DIDN' KNOW IT LAST NIGHT.
WELL, I WASN'T EXACTLY SHARP
EXACTLY. WE'RE EXACTLY THE SAME SIZE.
WHY, YES, YOU
ARE, AREN'T YOU?
HA.
TOO.
EXCEPT I THINK THAT...
GEORGE'S SHOULDERS ARE
HEH HEH.
HA HA.
A SHAVE WOULDN' HURT, EITHER.
A NICE, CLEAN SHAVE
LIKE GEORGE HAS.
ALL RIGHT,
I WILL.
KEEP DIANE COMPANY FOR ME, GEORGE.
SURE.
ATTA BOY. THAT'S THE BEST FRIEND
DIANE.
WHAT ARE YOU:
DOING THAT FOR?
JUST THOUGH IT MIGH MAKE YOU FEEL A LITTLE MORE AT HOME.
THE OPPOSITE EFFECT.
HAVEN'T YOU EVER
SEEN ME BEFORE?
NO, I DON'T THINK
I HAVE.
PARTICULAR LIGHT.
AAH! HA HA!
AHH.
WELL, THIS IS
THE FIRST TIME:
WITH A LION.
LION?
ME?
WELL, THAT'S WHA THE SQUIRREL CALLS YOU,
ISN'T IT?
SQUIRREL?
YEAH.
FORGOTTEN HER ALREADY!
OH!
SQUIRREL.
YES, OF COURSE.
LITTLE SQUIRREL.
MYSELF.
YOU'RE CERTAINLY
DIFFEREN FROM WHAT I THOUGH YOU WERE LIKE.
I DIDN'T THINK YOU THOUGH I WAS LIKE ANYTHING.
YES, I DID.
YES, THAT'S THE WORD.
DIM.
I THOUGHT YOU:
STAYED HOME NIGHTS
AND SOLVED:
CHESS PROBLEMS,
YOU KNOW, 'MATE IN THREE
BUT NOW...
NOW YOU DON'T THINK
I'M DIM?
I DON'T THINK
YOU'RE DIM.
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